Dirty CEO

Scarlett’s been invited by her eccentric aunt Betty to stay with her during the annual charity party.

This year, there’s a little twist.

An auction.

The women are not bidding for art or souvenirs from Africa.

They’re bidding for men.

Aunt Betty lifts her hand and starts bidding on Joshua Moore.

Scarlett thinks that it’s funny until she realises that she’s bidding for her.

Scarlett’s been hurt and the last thing that she wants to do is go on a date.

Especially with someone like Joshua.

Her aunt begs.

Teases her.

Until she realises that Joshua doesn’t want to date.

He tells her straight-up that he doesn’t date.

He wants to fuck.

And not just once.

All fucking weekend!

With an offer like that, Scarlett finds it hard to say no.

Chapter One

Scarlett

I pick up the phone which is vibrating like crazy on the side table. I turned off the ring tone when it was clear that my aunt’s going to call me nearly every hour until I arrive. She’s supposed to be busy organizing her ball, not chasing me. I’m getting ready to leave and go to her house, but she keeps calling, but I’m going to tell her to stop, this is getting ridiculous.

“Yes, Aunt Betty, I’m just getting ready and I’m on my way like I said last night and this morning.”

I don’t beat around the bush. How many times do I have to tell her that I’m coming to her house?

“Scarlett, are you sure that you’re coming? You didn’t sound happy when I suggested it.”

Well, you didn’t exactly suggest it. You emotionally blackmailed me into it. I don’t say that. I know if I do then I’ll hurt her feeling and the last thing I want to do is make Aunt Betty sad when the family avoids her like the plague, because of her eccentric behavior.

“No, it’s just that…”

“That young man of yours still keeping you busy?” I sigh, “Not exactly, we’re not together.”

There’s a loud screech and then it sounds as if she’s dropped the phone. She picks it up out of breath, “That’s the best news that I’ve heard all year.”

“Sorry?”

“Oh dear, well you know that I didn’t exactly like him. Neither did your dad and don’t worry there’s plenty of men in the sea. Or is it fish?”

I’m just about to correct her when she says, “Never mind. You’ll come and help me with my annual charity ball, we need to do what we can for Africa. They’re starving because of us.”

I want to ask how she figured that out, I doubt that a whole continent is starving and waiting on her ball to be fed. I know better than to ask her for her logic on anything because it never makes sense. It just confuses the hell out of me, all the time.

“Besides, I may not be here next year.”

Here we go again, I know that she’s back to emotionally blackmailing me. If there was a prize for it, she would win it each and every year. She does it so naturally and too well.

“Aunt Betty is your back playing up again?”

“No.”

“Are you sick?”

“No.”

“So, why do you say that?”

I know what game she’s playing, but I like to help her along so she can get to her favorite punchline.

“Your grandma’s dead and your granddad too. I’m the only one left of this generation and when you get to my age you never know what’s going to happen tomorrow. You take each day as it comes. And I want you to take over the ball for when I’m gone.”

“Is that why you never asked mom to help you out?”

“Not really, it’s just that she always brings your dad and you know, we don’t get along. I don’t know why she always brings him.”

Maybe, because they’re married?

“Either way, I can’t be on the phone all day talking to you. I’ve got a ball to organize and you’ve got a car picking you up”

Then she hangs up the phone and doesn’t give me a chance to reply. I shake my head, because one thing about her is that she always makes me mad and smile at the same time. She has a way of provoking both emotions and I love her for it. I know that her heart is in the right place, but I sigh as I look in the mirror thinking that Aunt Betty’s going to be in shock when she sees me. I’ve put on so much weight that at times, I don’t even recognize myself. The last thing she’ll be thinking about is setting me up with anyone. Not that anyone would look twice at me. My skin’s a mess and my eyes have those bags underneath it. I used to think that they only appeared from lack of sleep but in my case it’s from being miserable and downright depressed.

The black dress I’m wearing is too tight. It's long sleeved and has a twist front silky style shirt dress. It used to be mid-length and now it's just covering my big butt. I've spent weeks wearing sweats that I couldn't go to Rowtons in that. I had to appear as if I was in control, even though deep down inside I'm the complete opposite. This is the result of being dumped, framed and homeless all at the same time. My only comfort apart from hanging out with Gretchen is eating one too many tubs of Ben & Jerry.

The Rowtons is the country club of the South. Where the rich and affiliate like to play. There’s just one problem, I’m far from rich. I don’t even have a job anymore after my fiancé managed to figure out a way to frame me for illegal trading. It was my signature on the paperwork. The funds were moved from my login and all fingers were pointed at me.

I didn’t have a clue what was going on, I was told to leave the office quietly. The Feds could have been called in to investigate, but as my boss and the board members politely told me, ‘We’re lucky that it was only small amounts. Any more and we would have had to turn you into the Feds. If you leave quietly then we can somehow turn this around and stop any investigation. Do you understand?’

I nodded like a bobbing doll, thinking that I couldn’t believe this was happening, I was in shock.

Apart from my bestie, Gretchen, no one knows that I lost my job and my fiancé, Sam. Not that it was any great lost. He used and framed me to see if he could get away with it. Six months ago, I moved in with Gretchen, the moment Sam changed the locks.

I could go to the family home, but to hear dad’s disappointing words about the fact that he never liked Sam seems too much to bear. He used me, not just once, but a number of times and the whole thing just cuts like a knife. I thought that he wanted me to stay late that night to propose.

I’d seen the hidden ring. Heard him on the phone talking about the trip to the Bahamas for two. I never realized that it was for my colleague, Cece who probably helped him set up the whole thing and the girl that he took to the Bahamas.

“Don’t make your face like that!”

Gretchen walks in and scolds me as she stands behind me.

“Gretchen what are you doing here? I thought you were at work?”

She shakes her head, “I told you that I’m working from home today. That’s the beauty of the law. You don't always have to go into the office. I didn’t want to go in. Too much pressure on at the moment.”

“Big case?”

She nods her head, “Everything’s relying on it. Even my partnership.”

She’s the smart one. If only I’d listened to her when I came to the city and didn’t end up following Sam around like a dog on a string when she kept warning me to take it slow. Out of college and the first internship that I managed to get was at the same company as his. I thought that it was fate. I didn't realize that he was setting me up from the start. Gretchen’s only four years older than me. She used to babysit me as a kid, but as we got older I started to think of her as more of a big sister, even though when I hooked up with Sam. I was still acting like a kid.

At times, I don’t know if I hate Sam or if I hate myself more?

“Scarlett you’re beautiful. Stop looking at yourself that way.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have the most assuming plump lips, long, sleek fair hair and the most enchanting eyes.”

“And a butt the size of Central Park,” I sigh as I turn to the side and point to my butt.

“There you go again, men like a bit of meat on a body. Something that they can grab a hold of.”

Coming from her that’s a bit comical. Gretchen works out like crazy, a five-mile jog in the morning followed by a gym workout at night every single day.

“I look like a whale this dress is too tight and I can hardly breathe in the midsection, because it’s so tight. I would borrow something from you, but I know that none of your clothes would fit me, besides the last thing I should be doing is looking for another man. That’s what got me in trouble in the first place.”

Her dark eyes move closer to mine as she spins me around to face her, “I’m not saying that you should marry the first man you meet. I’m just saying I want my bestie to have some fun. Besides Sam wasn’t a man. He was the devil in disguise and you just got burned big time.”

I nod as I think about it, I’m shaking inside. The whole idea of letting another man near me right now doesn’t feel like an option. I’ve given my heart out once and I was so wrong about that, I’m not doing it again.

Not this year and certainly not next.

“It’s been six months how long are you going to punish yourself?” she asks as if she can read my mind.

We both hear the apartment buzzer and then she whispers as she kisses and hugs me. “You didn’t have to do this. I’m not pushing you out you know?”

I nod as I pull back thinking that it’ll probably take me six years to get over what’s happened to me. It may be a little thing to her, but it’s so damn huge. I thought I knew what I was going to do with my life. Now, I just don’t have a clue.

“I just thought that I could maybe do with a change of scenery and get my head together. Even if it means with Aunt Betty.”

She winks, “You’ll have fun you’ll see.”

The buzzer goes again and I’m about to ask her if she’s having one of her gut feelings. Sometimes I feel that she has some secret sense about things. She never makes mistakes, then again, she’s completely focused whereas my excuse was always that I’m in love.

I start walking to the intercom and hear Daniel, Aunt Betty’s driver on the other line.

“I’m here to take Ms. Young to the Rowtons.”

I laugh, “Daniel when are you going to stop being so formal?”

I buzz him in. I dash to the bedroom to get my case. Not that there was much in it. I wasn’t taking my sweats and I’m scared of spending any money apart from when it comes to binge eating, so I didn’t shop. I didn’t feel like it and the realization of my weight gained only started this morning when I tried on this dress. I knew that I’d gone up a couple of pounds, but this dress makes me feel as if I’ve gone up a couple of sizes or maybe more.

Daniel presses the bell and I stand happy to see that he hadn’t changed. The same smiling face that always used to make me feel warm greets me.

“Scarlett, you haven’t changed a bit. As beautiful as ever.”

I wrap my arms around him. It feels as if it’s been forever since I’ve seen him.

“You always know how to make me feel better.”

He pulls away, and smiles, “That’s because I always told you the truth.”

Like the time, the kids bullied me at school about my weight and Daniel was the one that put them in their place. Or after I’d lost the weight and I was still being teased as the fat girl. He was the one that came to pick me up when Stuart Hunt said that he’ll take me out on a date. They laughed watching me stand and wait for hours. Daniel was the one who took me out for ice-cream. He promised not to tell a soul and as he grabbed my bag and I said goodbye to Gretchen. I realized that maybe she’s right. Things will work out even better than I could imagine or hope for.

Chapter Two

Joshua

I hate fucking socializing which is why I built my property business on everyone else doing the shit that I hate doing so much. The old lady, Ms. Betty Young has one request. She says that I need to take her niece away for the weekend. I don’t even know how she came up with the idea. The annual charity ball takes place every year.

“I’m adding extra spice to this year’s ball and if you want that land. You’ll have to play along.”

She’s one of the shrewdest and richest women that I’ve ever met. But you wouldn’t know it looking at her. She may be pushing eighty, but has the body of a twenty-year-old and a mind of a ninety-year-old. Well, that’s how it appears on the surface. It seems that she’s not in her right mind, but she knew exactly why I was visiting her that day.

“I know why you’ve come to see me, but I have one simple request. My niece is coming to town and when she comes to the ball and during the auction. I’ll bid for you for one date. But I want more than one date. I want you to work your magic.”

Shit, the old lady was asking me to fuck her niece. I laughed at her suggestion, “You want me to fuck your niece?”

She looked at me for a second before standing up and asking me if I wanted a drink.

I don’t date.

Everyone in town knows that I have a reputation. People talk, but I don’t fucking care, because I just fuck.

Dating gets would get me into trouble, fucking hot water. Which is why I avoid it like the plague. Besides I didn’t build my business on dating. When my loser dad decided to try and find a replacement for my mom after she died of cancer it got him burned and no amount of cool water got rid of the pain. Women used him. He had money and they only loved that, his money, but he was too blind to see it.

I came home from school one day to find the foreclosure notice and my dad’s hung body above it in his study. He couldn’t take the pressure, he didn’t think about me. Part of me wondered at the time if he even cared. All I knew was from that day forward before I was moved from one foster care home to the next, I would never, ever fall in love.

I shook my head, “I’m not going to be blackmailed into getting that land, Ms. Young.”

She laughed as she took a sip of a glass of water. Slow sips, enough for her to bind her time to reply to me.

“I know about your reputation and I know that you have a tendency to make women feel better.”

That’s a fucking understatement. I love fucking all types of women. I’m not fussed. The different shapes mean that they have different bonuses, that’s the way I like to look at it. Various types of golden opportunities. Big tits, I love to lick them and put my cock in between and while squeezing them and having my balls rub up and down them.

Slim girls, I love to put my tongue in between their legs and enter their pussy like a slow train. And then after I’ve had them come once, maybe twice like a train docking at a station, I love to start all over again.

Curvy girls, who have a little booty and tits to match I love to feel my lips all over their bodies. Tasting it and sending them into fucking ecstasy. A world that their bodies never been too.

All girls, I love to hear them scream and call out my name. Knowing that I own that climax. I made them feel that way and no man can fucking compare.

That’s the type of women I like and no doubt her niece would fall into that category, but I won’t be told to fuck a woman. I choose. Not them.

She put her glass down and looked me directly in the eye, “I know your reputation as I said before and I want my niece to feel better. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

Damn! The old lady was flirting with me, she was right. It wasn’t as if she was asking me to go down the aisle with her niece. Just make her feel better as she so eloquently described it.

“And if I don’t?”

“Don’t what, Mr. Moore?”

“Make her feel better. I mean maybe there’s something so wrong with your niece that even I can’t please her.”

I was toying with her, making her think that it was a job that I couldn’t do. But it wasn’t a challenge. It never is.

She stood up as if she was bringing the meeting to an end. The one that I set-up and she’d agreed to, I’d been waiting patiently for four weeks for her to fit me in her dairy and now she was dismissing me like a piece of trash.

I started to get annoyed because I wasn’t going anywhere. Not until I got the answer that I needed that was on my agenda today and nothing was going to make me change my mind about that.

“I don’t have time for games Mr. Moore. She flicked her gray and brown bang away from her eyes. She scrunched up her oval shaped lips and repeated, “If you want that land. Then you’ll put your reputation for the test. It’ll be worth it I’m sure.”

I pondered on it for a minute. Wondering if there was something wrong with her niece. That could be the only reason that she was offering her niece’s pussy in exchange for the deal.

“I’m offering you double what the land’s worth and I don’t understand this request.”

I shook my head, because out of all the deals that I’d secured, I’d been asked to play golf. Even go on a spa weekend so that the owners could come to a decision. But never, never in the ten years that I’ve built my mini empire have I been asked to fuck someone else.

“What’s wrong with your niece?”

She laughed as she came closer towards me. She crossed her legs and exposed the twenty-year legs that she possessed and I wondered if this was all part of some test.

“There’s nothing wrong with my niece. She’s upset.”

I was just about to say something when she interrupted, “That’s not the right word I would use. Depressed is more like it. Her boyfriend used her in many ways and I just want her to feel good about herself again.”

“By having sex with me?”

She waved her finger, “Not just sex. I could pay someone for that. I told you that I just want you to make her feel better. I’ve been with men like you before.”

This time I’m the one standing up.

“I heard,” I nodded as I remember hearing the rumors but hearing it coming from her mouth has just confirmed them. She’s not just a shrewd business woman, she’s really something else.

“Anyway, she’s coming tonight and I need you to make sure that she gets back to her old self.”

She shakes her head, “That’s all I want. You see unlike you Mr. Moore I love my family. They mean more to me than some piece of land.”

I nodded, because for a minute I thought that she was insulting me, but as her eyes closed slightly as she watched me move.

I lifted up my hand and said, “It’s a deal. But I won’t be paying you that price.”

She agreed, “I know. Look over the contract that I’ve had drawn up. I think that you’ll see that it’s a fair price.”

As she handed me the contract and I flicked through the pages. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but I kept my composure as I shook her hand and said, “I’ll look over it and give it to my lawyer. If I can, then I’ll give it to you tonight.”

She shook her head, “There’s no need. We can meet the same time on Monday. You would have finished with my niece and I’ll be more than happy to sign the papers.”

I hesitated for a minute and then as I turned to walk out of her office. I didn’t even know her name.

“What’s your niece’s name?”

I turned to see that she wasn’t sitting on her desk anymore. She was behind it and typing on her laptop.

“Scarlett.”

“Oh, like Scarlett O’Hara, a damsel in distress.”

She mocked, “My niece is fair from a damsel and she’s not distressed and she certainly doesn’t need rescuing. She just needs a pick-me-up and as I said, I’m sure you’ll fit the bill to do that. Good day, Mr. Moore. I have a lot of work to do.”

I opened and closed my mouth, but then as I left her office I didn’t know if I had a boner for only her niece or the land too?

I realized as I walked out and looked at the contract, the deal was for nearly twenty five percent less than I’d originally offered. It was a fucking bonus. I hated to admit that Ms. Young was right, I needed this land to get me back into the black from the red. Between taxes and the rate of inflation my business has been suffering. There’s a development company that has the means and plans to develop on that land. Everyone’s been trying to cut a deal with her for them to develop on it. I just happened to have the right connection.

My cock had the right reputation and I intend to use it to get exactly what I need. Not only was I going to show her niece a good time tonight. I’ll have her begging for more and when the land’s mine. Maybe I’ll give it to her one more time. Just as a means of thanks for securing not only the deal of the century, but my lifetime.

Chapter Three

Scarlett

I feel like a little kid as I see that we’re getting closer to the house. The climate is so different from New York in Rowtons. The Porsches, Ferraris and other expensive models all flood the roads as the odd cyclist passes by in hot pants and caps.

I do miss the town that I used to spend my summer vacations as a kid. I hated as I got older and mom used to take us to the Caribbean. I used to consider Rowtons as my second home. The place that I could have pool parties and catch up with other kids that I hadn’t seen all year long. Back then the summer vacations didn’t seem long enough.

“We’re nearly there,” Daniel announces on the intercom.

“I know,” I beam as I see us approaching the gate. I take in the beautiful green scenery of the conifers and the roses which are neatly displayed next to it. Aunt Betty planted the conifers because she said that she wanted to have some privacy. Even though it’s a mile between the gate and her house. The ‘Young Residence’ sign hangs over it and as we drive down the pebbled lane towards it, all my fears about staying here this week are washed away. It’s nearing seven, but the sun is still strong as I think about Rowtons and all it has to offer. The house, which Aunt Betty calls home has ten bedrooms, a sauna, an outdoor as well as an indoor swimming pool. Luxuries that I used to be accustomed to, before I stood up to my family and said that I had a life with Sam.

I laugh at the irony of it all. To think that I’d turned my back on this life, as I roll down the window and the sun beams hit the inside of the limo. Living in New York has its benefits during the summer, but the winters are too cold, unlike in Rowtons when winter is merely fifteen degrees rarely less. Aunt Betty’s waiting for me outside on the stairs of her mansion. One of many that she owns. She invested heavily when my uncle died of cancer. She said that it was her way of dealing with her loss, especially seeing as she had no children. A choice that they both made and she said that she never regretted it seeing as she had a niece who spent her summers with her most of the time.

She looks flawless and the irony of her telling me that this could be her last year feels like a joke. No one knows her true age apart from mom, but she forgets and constantly confuses it with how old Aunt Betty should be and her actual age.

It’s irrelevant because even with her pale skin, even though she lives in such a hot climate she could easily be mistaken for a woman in her forties. She says that most of it’s to do with her healthy lifestyle. She’s never drank alcohol, smoked or even tried any form of drugs. She believes in healthy living and is a guru at yoga. She looks beautiful in a sequence black dress and the last time I saw her she had splatters of gray in her hair, which seemed to have all disappeared.

“Auntie,” I beam as Daniel stops the car and I don’t wait for him to open my door. She draws near.

“Scarlett,” she wraps her arms around me. “I’m so glad that you came. I was getting worried that you may change your mind.”

“I spoke to you last night, this morning and even in the car. Why did you get worried?”

“I don’t know dear. At this age, you worry about everything. You’ll know when you get there.”

She pats me on the back, but as much as she likes to pretend that she’s the eccentric aunt. I think that sometimes it’s all an act. She knows, I can see it in her eyes.

She cups my chin, “You’re as beautiful as a flower and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Yep, she definitely knows and I want to cry into her arms and tell her that the last few weeks have been horrible. That I’ve been living a nightmare with my eyes wide open.

“We need to get you inside and dressed up.”

“Oh, I thought that I could go like this.” She tuts and says, “You could dear, but you won’t. Wait until you see the dress that I picked out for you.”

I sigh, “But it may not fit. I’ve gone up a couple of sizes.”

She wraps her hand around my waist, “I can see that dear. I can hardly put my arm around you anymore. Don’t worry, I’m sure that I got the size right.”

“Aunt Betty…”

“Don’t. I need to go to the back, make sure that everything’s set-up for later. You have exactly one hour before the guests arrive.”

I’m trying to catch my breath and keep up with her as she leads us away from the limo. I didn’t even have a chance to thank Daniel as he whisks past us holding my bag. That’s when she points to it, “Why did you bring things with you?”

“Because I have clothes and my Mac.”

She shakes her head, “You didn’t come here to work and I think judging by the size of the dress. You need some new clothes. I already went shopping for you.”

“Aunt Betty,” because I’m a bit annoyed. She’s treating me like a little kid. I’m a grown woman and right now I feel like leaving here.

“I have clothes and things that I need to take care off. I’m not a kid anymore. Stop treating me like one.” I move away from her, temptation settles in for Daniel to take me back to Gretchen and I regret leaving in the first place. If this is what the week’s going to be like then it really wasn’t a good idea for me to come here in the first place. I punish myself every day, by looking in the mirror and reminding myself that I’ve given out my heart and let someone tread all over me.

“That’s good!”

She starts to laugh hysterically.

“For a moment I was thinking that you’ll turn out like your mom and none of the Young spirit’s inside of you. Don’t make anyone make you feel that you’re not worth or you don’t know your own mind. We all make mistakes dear. That’s the beauty of life. We just have to live and move on from them.”

She was tricking me, testing to see if I would stand up to her. I wasn’t scared of her, just myself at the moment. I’ve been so vulnerable for far too long. For years I’ve lost myself, I’ve been living in the shadows of another who didn’t respect let alone love me.

“Now, I’m going… you take care you hear.”

I stand like a lost child, nothing about the house looks familiar anymore. I stop and look at the Mahogany Tischler windows and doors that allow the light to beam into the hallway. It's as if the hallway has doubled in size. Maybe it hasn't and it's just the reconstructive changes that she's made to the place. The once wooden stair rails have been replaced with a dark iron metal spiral pattern which leads upstairs. I wonder if my room's still the same. The walls have been replaced with a white ceramic pattern with pictures of our family hanging on the walls. I feel like Alice in Wonderland as I grab a hold of the rail and start to tread slowly on the light brown carpet which covers only the center of the staircase. The exposes the natural dark mahogany which lies underneath. Everything about this house has been changed, I can tell as I look up at the high ceiling and see unfamiliar chandeliers and a mosaic pattern which surrounds it.

Daniel heads back down, “It’s all been reconstructed, you’ll see when you get upstairs. She’s redone every inch of this place. I left your luggage in your room.”

“Is that still in the same place?”

He smiles as he gently pats my hand, which is firmly on the rail.

“Yes, but you’ll love it. She had builders in here restoring every part of the house. She said that she wanted something new. Something to make it feel as if she’s going through a new chapter.”

That feels a bit deep and I wonder if at last Daniel and Aunt Betty are going to admit that they have more than a working relationship.

It’s as if he controls his thoughts as he blurts out, “Anyway, I’m sure about that. I’ll see you later then.”

I want to stop him as he brushes past me and then heads down the stairs. This place used to be my comfort zone even more than my own family house. Now, I feel like a stranger in a hotel. Unclear where to go next, but as I walk up the stairs and approach my room. I don’t even feel like going back to Gretchen as I see the pictures on my walls.

Paintings that I used to do when I was here during the summer some of them neatly hanging up and others in some kind of artist pattern up and down the walls. She turned my room into an impersonal one and made my room into a home. That’s what it used to be when I was a kid. Dad would frown at the idea that I wanted to be an artist, and mom would just about agree with everything that my dad said.

Aunt Betty said she never had to, because she was her mom’s younger sister. She had the authority to put him in his place. He is a bully, which is why he hated Sam. Looking back at my relationship now, I can see that Sam was a carbon copy of my dad. Not one that lead me and looked out for me, but just controlled me. The same way that dad does with mom.

I notice that on the gold throw sitting on top of the bed, there’s a pink dress. I hold it up and admire its beauty with the lace backless top and the chiffon skirt that flows to the bottom of my feet. I laugh at the idea that Aunt Betty went shopping and happened to get a dress which is exactly the right size and as I lift up my arms and discard my existing tight, black number. I put on the pink dress and somehow in the midst of all this anxiety. I feel like Cinderella as I spin around in it. I have on a black bra and realize that there’s a matching bra and panties set to go with it. It’s as if she thought of everything, I should be mad at her, but as I look at my painting from my first summer here as a teen.

I realize that I can’t be mad at her. She cares, so much so that she wanted me to feel at home. She just wants to take care of me. I should appreciate her. Rather than try and act as if I don’t need it right now.

I look at the time remembering that she said I had an hour left. Right now, I have forty-five minutes and counting. Cinderella’s going to a ball, and she’s certainly going to shine.

Chapter Four

Joshua

As the valet takes my car, I think about this being the first time that I’ve ever been the ‘Youngs mansion’, that’s it’s nickname in town. It has a sign calling it a residence. From what I hear it could house a few families. I wouldn’t exactly call that a residence. Especially, because only one person’s taking up so much space.

I step out and my four-bedroom house feels like a drop in the ocean compared to this place. A young woman dressed in black takes my arm.

“Good evening sir, I’ll direct you to the back of the house.”

I didn’t even notice her pretty dark hair and matching eyes until she was standing by my side.

I nod my head and then she loops my arm and smiles, “Welcome to the Young Residence. The aim of tonight is to raise money for the schools in Africa.” “The whole of Africa or a particular part.”

She stops and faces me. I feel uneasy as she says sternly, “Mr. Moore, have you been to Africa?”

I shake my head because I feel as if I’m in some kind of conspiracy.

“How did you know my name?”

“Your plates say Moore and besides Ms. Young gave a clear description of you when she told me to wait for your arrival.”

“I see, so you must be the notorious Cathy Winters her assistant.”

She seems taken aback that I know her name and the fact that Ms. Young made a point of keeping the identity of the woman that as far as I was concerned even knew all of Ms. Young’s businesses and personal affairs. She had enough information on the woman to even disclose what color underwear she was wearing on a particular day. Sometimes, I hate fucking rumors, but sometimes especially in my business, they end up being necessary to secure a business deal.

I didn’t know why Ms. Young felt the need to hide the true identity of the woman that she considered to be her right-hand woman. But she did and no one knew who she was. No one but me.

“It seems as if I’m not the only one that did their homework tonight.”

She raises an eyebrow and if this fucking deal wasn’t centered around Ms. Young’s niece then I wouldn’t hesitate in taking Cathy Winters and showing her how far I’ll take my research. I take her hand and this time, I’m the one that’s looping it into my arm.

“You see in my line of work,” I confidently walk and I can feel that Cathy’s shaking. Good!

“It’s necessary to be one step ahead of the game. So, yes, I do know that you exist, but up until tonight I never imagined that you would have luscious lips that I could imagine sucking my cock all night long. Or even a voluptuous body that could ride my cock all night long and let's not even talk about that round ass of yours. It's definitely your best feature and I have a paddle at home. I'm sure that both of you would just get on like a house on fire.”

I stop as I can see guests and posters of Africa and schools, I assume that this is the ball. The one that she’s supposed to direct me to. Her lips are quivering, but I don't stop there. She's wearing a stripy shirt and pencil skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination when it comes to her curves. They're all perfectly outlined especially her tits which keep bouncing up and down like a tennis ball in a court before our walk came to a dramatic halt.

“I could easily serve and score with you. I'll have a point or two and depending on how you scream. I may let you get one too.”

Her legs give way and then like a knight in shining armor I bend down to catch her.

“Careful. Careful. You may fall and my dick may accidentally land inside of you.”

“Out here?”

She whispers and I smirk, “You’ll be screaming so loud. You won’t even notice the crowd.“

Someone walks past us and that seems to waken her up. Make her realize that we’re out here and not in my bedroom. As she moves from my side the only thing on my mind is that now I know what she looks like. It’s going to be hard to get her out of my mind.

I shake my head as I think about the real reason that I’m here. This niece, Scarlett better be hot. Because Cathy Winters is a tough act to beat. She’s not just hot. She’s fucking steaming hot and I just made her wet. I could smell it on her and it just made me crave her even more.

As soon as I see Ms. Young, I don’t hesitate in moving towards her, I want to see this Scarlett. The one that I

“Mr. Moore, you made it.”

She says and then we politely kiss each other as if we’re old friends. I must admit, that maybe the rumors are true and she does take some youth pills. The woman looks no older than forty and I’m sure that she was in town before my mom was alive. She would be fifty-five if she was alive now. Ms. Young must be a lot older than that.

“You look absolutely stunning,” I announce as I’m thinking about her niece and if she looks anything then her aunt then I won’t have any trouble ‘making her feel better’.

“Why thank you. You really are a charmer.”

I cut to the chase, “Where is she?”

I scan the crowd and notice that there’s no one around or even heading towards her.

“Scarlett. Don’t worry she’s just getting changed. I popped up to see her and she’ll be here before the auction starts.”

I nod my head, I’m horny and it started the moment I met her assistant.

“I met Cathy Winters.”

The look on Ms. Young’s face and I can tell that she’s taken aback by it. “She introduced herself.”

I nod proudly as she frowns and then starts to look flustered.

“She never does that.”

“Well, she did it with me.”

Then a waitress stops by and offers us a glass of champagne. I take it as my throat starts to feel dry and even just talking about Cathy is making my dick go out of control.

“I must say that you really do have a way with the ladies,” she moves closer to me. “I try and keep Cathy’s identity a secret for personal reasons.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, with my wealth and lines of businesses. There’s always someone that’s trying to short change me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Not really, but I nod trying to save face in front of her.

“If everyone knew what Cathy looked like, then when she befriends a certain gentleman or even a married woman at times. Then her cover would be blown and I only trust one person with my businesses.”

“Cathy?”

“I think you know what I’m saying. So, if you could do me one favor?”

“I thought that fucking your niece was the favor.”

She smiles, I was crude and I did it on purpose. I don’t like to be messed around and the idea of this niece not showing her face makes me nervous. It scares the crap out of me. My dick’s telling me to keep an eye out for Scarlett. I bet Cathy’s here. I’m not even thinking about the deal anymore as I’m focused on spanking Cathy one minute and then having her suck my dick the next.

“Mr. Moore if you don’t want to go ahead with the deal then all you have to do is say the word?”

I wouldn’t be surprised if she knows the state of my affairs. If she realizes that I need the money so fucking bad that if I don’t get it then I may as well start looking for a job.

I shake my head, What the fuck am I thinking? My eyes stop focusing on the crowd, but as Ms. Young points ahead and says, “There’s Scarlett.”

I look in the direction of a blue-eyed beauty that makes my dick fucking rumble. Ms. Young whispers, “I’m sure that you’ll now get Cathy of your mind.”

She’s right about that. Because right now, I don’t even remember what she looks like.

Chapter Five

Scarlett

I walk up to Aunt Betty slowly. She’s talking to some guy, God he’s so hot. Chiseled face, piercing green eyes and dark hair. I wonder what they’re talking about? Then again, he’s the type that I’d see in a club and would never look my way. I blink because for a brief second I thought that he was licking his lips. I’m trying to focus on not tripping in these damn heels, but it’s so fucking hard because they keep slipping off whenever I try and walk too fast.

As I approach her, he’s gone. I feel disappointed wondering if he left as a result of me. It’s as if he disappeared, because I keep expecting him to see him near us, but I don’t.

“Oh my God child, you look like an angel.”

I beam forgetting why I nearly killed myself to get here. It was the man. The God of man that was near her.

I hug her, “Aunt Betty I loved it. It fits like a glove. How did you know my size and everything?”

She taps her nose and says, “Well, you know your Aunt. She’s always looking out for her niece.”

Then she winks at me and there’s an awkward silence because I want to ask the one thing that’s really bugging me, “Aunt Betty who was that?”

She doesn’t even pretend that she doesn’t know who I was talking about as she smiles and says, “You’ll see.”

I should be nervous about the way she just said it, but I can’t help but feel excited about being introduced to him. Maybe Gretchen’s right and I should have fun.

“The announcements are going to be made soon and the auction.”

“Auction?”

She ignores my question and asks, “So, you do like the dress, don’t you?” “What’s not to like. It’s more about love. I love this dress.”

“You pinned your hair back and left a few lose strands. And as for the necklace, it makes the gold pieces on the dress shine. I don’t know what I’m more excited about, the dress or the night?”

That’s a strange comparison and I wonder if Aunt Betty has something up her sleeves. Then again, she always has something up her sleeves.

I’m about to ask her if there’s something that I should know, but I don’t get the chance as others greet her and before I know it we’re at a table.

She declares, “This seat is for you.”

Then one of the waiter’s takes out my chair and I sit down. She air kisses me and says, “I need to go and make a speech. You’re on the best table. Mingle my dear.”

I feel as if all eyes are on me as I stretch out my hand and I’m smiling but really, I want to scream out to her, ‘Don’t leave me!’

She didn’t even introduce me and the man on the right is acting as if he wants to eat me. His wife notices because she taps him on the side and then introduces herself.

“I’m Wendy Hart. I’ve been coming to the ball for nearly ten years. I gather that you’re Scarlett.”

I nod, “Yes, Aunt Betty often talks about you. She says that you’re one of her dearest friends.”

“Oh, does she?” her double chin swings as she starts to chuckle. I flatter her because Aunt Betty has never mentioned her, but she’s seated at her table and she’s been coming here for ten years. By the way she tapped the grey-haired man next to her, I can only assume that’s her husband. The one that wants to eat me. He’s speechless and he’s still staring at my chest, but not as obviously as he was a few minutes ago.

My eyes dart to the woman seated next to me. I’m just about to introduce myself to her, when Aunt Betty asks for everyone to be quiet.

“Welcome friends, newcomers and everyone that’s seated tonight.”

Everyone starts to clap and I follow suit as we sit in the marquee. Aunt Betty may be doing this for charity, but I must admit that I’m impressed with the ball. There’s entertainment for absolutely everyone from the chocolate to the champagne fountain. There were dancers and the acrobats outside. They were subtly performing by everyone so they did not have to stop and watch them. Even the synchronized swimmers distracted me for a while as I was looking for Aunt Betty. Part of me wonders if this is really for charity or just an excuse for a lot of middle-aged, or maybe more like retired people to meet up. Apart from the guy. The one who’s hand that she’s now holding on stage. Before I was distracted looking around the room and admiring everyone here for showing up tonight.

Now, both of my eyes are on him. The stranger that she gave me the impression she would introduce later is on stage with her and they’re smiling together as if they’re old friends.

“Some of you may know Joshua Moore.”

A few ladies clap and one of them even winks at him. I wonder how exactly they know Joshua Moore, but I can’t get over the fact that even his name is sexy.

If I was slimmer, feeling better and all that jazz. I wouldn’t hesitate in getting my aunt to introduce us. He could be exactly the type of distraction that I need to get me out of this hole. Depression. Sadness or whatever it is, I just wish it’ll go away and I must admit that I haven’t really felt that sad since I’ve been here which is the first time in weeks that I’ve gone more than an hour without feeling that way. Maybe this is exactly what I needed and I smile as Aunt Betty sits next to me. It’s as if he’s got me under a spell or something, because I don’t know what he’s doing center stage right now, but I can sit here and stare at him all night long.

“Now for the fun to begin,” she laughs and Wendy claps with her.

“This is a fantastic idea!” Wendy screeches and then I feel as if I’m the only one that doesn’t know what the hell is going on. My eyes are on Joshua and if I’d been paying attention, I would have kept my eye on Aunt Betty.

“What are you doing?”

I blurt out as another woman takes the place of my aunt on stage and announces the auction. I soon realize that the auction that was on the billboards wasn’t for items or even pieces of art. It was for hot men like Joshua.

She laughs as the bids are going as high as ten thousand dollars for a weekend with Joshua Moore. It soon falls into place, why she was excited about tonight. It wasn’t the entertainment or even helping those poor children in Africa. It was simply because of the auction!

She’s bidding to spend a weekend with Joshua Moore. I don’t even know the guy, but I can’t help but ask the question.

“Aunt Betty, what are you going to do with him for a whole weekend?”

She winks at me and says, “I’m not bidding on him for me. But for you dear.”

“What?”

I screech as I want to protest and tell her to stop, but then there’s this other part of me. The side that can’t take my eyes off of him which can’t help staring and licking my lips the way that Wendy’s husband was doing a few minutes ago.

Is she really doing this for me?

“But now you’re up to fifty thousand dollars. That’s a bit too much.”

Wendy flaps her hand, “It’s your birthday. Enjoy!”

I’m just about to tell her that my birthday isn’t for another couple of months, but then Aunt Betty kicks my foot under the table.

“Seventy-five thousand dollars!” she screams as she stands up. There’s a cheer and scream from the woman that Aunt’s been bidding against.

“Good, serves her right!” Wendy claps her hand and I feel as if I’m stuck in the middle of a war between them all and I have no idea how it started, but as Aunt Betty’s declared the winner. She kisses me on the cheek and says, “Happy Birthday.”

Joshua Moore winks at me and all of a sudden my birthday does feel early and for once I’m not dismissing the fact that it’s not my birthday for another few months. In fact, I’m welcoming it with open arms as I pick up a fan which could have been my aunt’s as I think that Joshua Moore’s wink wasn’t just for our date. I have a feeling that he has something dirtier in mind and as I look at Aunt Betty’s cunning face. I can tell that she’s thinking the same thing too.

Chapter Six

Joshua

After the excitement of the bidding and I wonder if her niece, Scarlett is worth all this money. Not only from the bidding, but from the reduced amount that she’s accepting for the land as a result of fucking her. I wonder if she knows what’s at stake?

Then again, it’s not my place to tell her. She’s not my responsibility and she seemed willing as I head to her table. I know that I have to do one thing. Let her know exactly what’s at stake.

“Ms. Young,” I nod to Betty Young as I head to her table.

Everyone at the table’s staring at me and I only have my eye on one person. The woman who I get to fuck all weekend. There’s one thing that was missed out, the rules on tonight.

Do I take her now?

Or wait until later?

I’m just about to ask when Ms. Young says, “Well, I think that you two are going to be getting acquainted this weekend.” She stands up and says, “We’re all consenting adults.”

She reaches out for Scarlett’s hand, “I just paid a lot of money for you to have a good birthday dear. Make sure that you enjoy it.”

She nods to me, the code which means that if I want the contract to be signed then I better make sure that Scarlett enjoys it.

“It’ll be my pleasure to ensure that she does enjoy it.”

She smiles, still speechless and I could pretend that I want to talk. That I want to find out exactly what’s on her mind, but I don’t. Because I only have one thing on my mind, time’s ticking and her aunt has just paid seventy-five thousand dollars just for the weekend and I have a business to run. If I want to succeed as it has been doing for the last decade. Then I need to make sure that every minute she spends with me, she doesn’t regret.

The last thing that I need is for her to be crying to her aunt.

I’ve canceled calls, meetings, and other business ventures just to give her my undivided attention to this weekend. It’s a life line that I can’t afford to cut.

As we swiftly move through the crowd. Some of them are cheering and some of the women are giving her the evil eye.

‘Get over it!’

Damn, men are not that bitter and by the look of things, I did win the hottest woman at the ball. Even the young ones who are probably a year or two older than her, still appear middle-aged compared to her.

There’s an innocence about her, something that makes me take and protect her at the same time. She’s avoiding my eye contact every time I turn back to make sure that she’s behind me. That I’m not walking too fast. I must admit I could fucking run here. I didn’t even need my car. I could easily jog all the way home with her on my back.

As we reach the valet, my car’s parked outside and still we don’t speak. I should say something to her. But then for the first time in my life, I’m fucking speechless. I’ve never had an arrangement like this and some part of it’s so fucking weird. I never pay for sex, but this isn’t me paying her it’s the opposite way around which makes it even stranger.

The valet opens the door for her and she just moves to sit in the car. Maybe she’s scared and doesn’t know what to say too.

I put my keys in my pocket and then I hesitate moving into my car.

When I hear a familiar voice, one that only an hour ago, I would have wanted to be bent over my car and fucking her from behind. Now, she’s in front of me. My dick doesn’t twitch it’s as if it’s automatically decided who it wants tonight and it’s no longer Cathy Winters.

“Have a good night Joshua Moore.”

I nod, as I’m just about to jump into my car, “I intend to. And the same to you.”

I look up and notice that she has more buttons undone than she did when she did when we first met. In another life, I would have considered it. Maybe told her that I’ll be back after the weekend, but this was too close for comfort. I’d come too far to just give up on the contract like that.

I hesitate as I start the engine, until she speaks. She says something that I didn’t expect her to say, “I don’t believe in coincidences, Mr. Moore. What did my aunt have in mind?”

“She wanted me to show you a good time.”

She seems surprised and I sit back and wait for her to tell me that she doesn’t want to do it or she’s not that type of girl. Instead she clears her throat and says, “So, where are we going on our date?”

This is the point that I need to make very clear. I turn to her and say as I turn off the engine. I think that she may jump out of the car when she hears the truth.

“I don’t date. I fuck. If you want a man to show you round town and give you roses and sweet talk to you at the end of the night then you’re in the wrong car.”

Her eyes are wide and there’s no movement on her part but I know that one of two things are happening. Her heart’s beating like a rocket at the speed of light and her panties are wet. I bet that they’re dripping so much that she’s left a little patch on the seat.

“This weekend is about fucking sweetheart. I’m your dominant and you’re my submissive. If I tell you to bark, you ask me how loud? If I tell you to strip. You move at the speed of light and if I tell you to get on all fours. You do it without hesitation.”

She swallows a lump in her throat and she’s blinking out of control.

“So, my aunt paid seventy-five thousand dollars for you to fuck me?”

I like her tone, but as much as she’s trying to sound confident, she’s failing miserably because her voice is weak and her lips are quivering.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“So, you do this for a living?”

I laugh, “No, I have a job. I just know how to satisfy a woman.”

I’m waiting for her to leave. Tell me that she wants to get out and this isn’t what she had in mind. She thought that I’ll take her out to dinner or even show her a different part of town that she’s never seen before, she never expected my boldness or for me to tell her that her expectations were wrong. I’m only going to give her one thing and nothing more.

“When you say that I’m a submissive, you mean that I’m basically a dog?”

Her voice is weak as she’s probably trying to digest it all. Wondering if this is a good idea or not, which is fair enough and I don't mind taking the time out to explain it to her properly, “No it’s a different type of relationship. It’s not like an owner and their dog where I say fetch and you go and get the ball that I’ve just thrown and we repeat that over and over again until one of us gets tired.”

“So, what is it?”

“A submissive should always be respectful. I’m giving you the ground rules so that there’s no rudeness or attitude at anything that I command you to do. I need to ask one thing, you don’t seem the type but I need to be sure.”

“What?”

“You must be in control at all times. You can’t be an alcoholic or even a drug user, they are body and mind controlling agents. They can affect how you think and act at any time. You can get paranoid and think that I’m doing something or feel something even if I’m not touching you. You won’t get the full pleasure of being a submissive if you’re addicted to any of those things.”

“Well, I am addicted to one thing.”

I knew that it was too good to be true.

“Ben & Jerry! Does that count?”

She looks so innocent as she asks the question, I want to laugh, but I can tell that she’s serious and then I remember what her aunt said. She mentioned about her being depressed, maybe she’s been comfort eating as a result of it?

“No.”

She nods as if she’s trying to digest it all in, so I continue speaking. I think that it’s good to be honest before we go any further. So that we both know what we’re getting ourselves into.

“This is rule one of a good submissive relationship.”

I want to touch her hair and figure out what’s going to happen next.

She replies, “Honesty.”

Shit, she’s learning already I don’t even feel like taking her home. I feel like I want to reward her here and now.

“It’s about respect, I hold the position of authority and you as the submissive knows the difference between your needs and desires. I’m not a mind reader. I can only assume that you’re thinking certain things by your body movement. The way you react to my touch,” I trace a finger down her face.

She quivers and I growl, “Just like that, you want this as much as I do. I can tell. Otherwise, you would have bolted out of the car screaming that this isn’t something that you want. The fact that you’re in the car tells me that you want this.”

“Maybe I do. Maybe I’m processing this is in my mind trying to get my head around it. One thing’s for sure. You don’t beat around the bush.”

“Exactly. I need to make sure that you’re one hundred percent comfortable with all of this so that we both have a mutual understanding of where we go from now on.”

She nods her head.

“I want you to know your rights. When you think that I’ve crossed the line and when you think that it borderlines at abusive. So, the only way to make sure that everything goes according to plan is to come out with a safe word. Something that at any time you’re not comfortable with it all you shout out.”

She laughs, “There’s only one thing that I can think of…”

“Okay?”

I ask out of curiosity, because she seems lost in her thoughts and she's not saying anything as her eyes dart around the car. Maybe she doesn’t understand, so I give her a bit more detail, "I promise everything stops. No questions asked. Understood?”

“Yes.”

I’m waiting for her to say something else, like to tell me exactly what the word is, but she doesn’t. It’s as if she’s trying to figure it out and then she says, “Elsa.”

“Elsa?” “Yes, from Frozen.”

She can tell that I haven’t got a clue what she’s talking about so she continues to explain it to me.

“It’s a movie and anyway, I think of myself as Elsa. Not as pretty as her, but we have the same color hair and sparkling blue eyes. She has…” I laugh, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But if that’s what you want then. Who am I to question it.”

I turn the ignition and ask, “Ready?” She nods, “This may sound crazy, but I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Yes, I’m ready.”

That’s music to my ears, I don’t even need the radio to play as she’s said exactly what I need to hear. This is going to be better than I thought it was going to be. In fact, I can’t wait to get her home and start. This weekend’s going to be fucking fantastic. Something that she’ll remember for her lifetime and maybe at the end of it, Ms. Young will give me even more of a discount, just for showing her niece the best time of her life.

Chapter Seven

Joshua

“I’m thinking that there’s no time like the present. We should just get straight down to business.”

She swallows as if she has a lump in her throat as I open up the car door.

“This is your home?”

I nod, I could say something smart. But I can tell that she’s nervous as she takes a lot longer to leave the car then she did to enter it in the first place.

I take out my hand and help her out of the car. She hasn’t said a word, even when I parked up I expected her to tell me that she doesn’t want to stay here. That she can’t do it anymore, but she says nothing as I lead her into the house.

I lock the car and then as I turn the key into my house, which is nothing like her aunt’s house I think about small talk. This isn’t the same as meeting someone or even trying to add someone to my little black book. This is completely different and I wonder if she wants to still go ahead with it or if she’s saving face, by not saying a word.

“Don’t worry I won’t bite.”

I’m expecting her to laugh with me, then I realize that I’ve lied a bit. I do intend to bite just a little bit especially when I’m sucking on those juicy melons.

It’s as if she’s a virgin because she looks lost. Then again, my house isn’t that big but she’s not fully game. I think there’s some doubt about her going ahead with it. I gave her the choice to leave at her aunt’s house, but she came along.

I could ask her the reason for it, to put her mind at ease, but I decide that once I get her butt naked, she’ll be begging me for more. I take her up the stairs and she steadily keeps up the pace and then as we get to the room. The one that’ll be her new home this weekend.

I announce as soon as I open the door, “Welcome to the best room in the house.”

She nervously smiles, but as we walk into the room and the sensor lightening starts to work slowly. I can see that she’s like a little kid in a candy store. I bet that she’s never seen let alone used anything in this room. I could beat around the bush and get make her think that this is a date, but it’s not.

My intentions for this weekend were clear and I gave her a chance to leave, but she didn’t want to. I watch as she walks around touching the whips and paddles. Then she pushes the swings, the one that I intend to strap her in by the end of the night. I know that she’ll feel better once we get started, there’s no doubt in my mind about that.

I know that some women find my dominance intimidating, but those are the horny ones; the ones who eye me up and down and over again. They spend their times hanging around bars trying to find someone to give them some attention with the intention of taking them home on the same night. Sometimes when I bring them to my play room they become intimidated. I wonder at times if women only want what they can’t have. When they get it, they don’t know what to do with it.

I don’t give her a chance to think. The only thing that she has to know is that I’m the one in charge here. She’s my puppet and all she has to do is my wishes alone. Nothing else. Once she’s here, not only will she feel better, but she’ll feel like a beautiful swan. Ready to go out and feel sore, but better about herself once more. That’s what her aunt wants and that’s what I intend to do. I won’t let my reputation forsake me. No, fucking way.

I don’t want her to think of this as a torture chamber. I turn around and I can see her eyes looking around wildly and there’s only fright written all over her face. She needs to be comfortable in here and there’s only one way to do that.

Make her sit down.

I point to the wooden chair and say, “Sit.”

Her eyes are wider and she’s hugging her breasts as if her life depends on it. Any more resistance and I’ll just send her back home. I asked if she was down for it. I didn’t pretend that we were going out on a date. I told her straight up. This is what your weekend will entail and I thought she understood.

Now, I’m not so sure.

Now, I’m thinking that this fucking deal isn’t worth it.

Scarlett’s around five foot eight and with her heels we’re nearly the same size. The chair’s big enough for her. I can’t wait to see what’s fucking underneath that dress. What pleasures is she hiding underneath it?

I wonder if she thinks that what I said to her in the car was a joke. “Remember your safe word?”

She nods as she sits down and then I kneel in front of her and she whispers, “Elsa.”

I don’t know who the fuck she is, but she seems to have made an impression on me. I move her dress up her legs. She doesn’t say a word, she’s still hugging her breasts and her movements are uncomfortable. I’m about to make her relax.

“I’m going to taste you.”

She doesn’t say a word; her eyes just get wider as she looks at me. Then I stand up while watching her, she’s looking around the room. She’s not saying that she wants to leave, but Scarlett’s pretty much not saying anything.

Her movements say it all. I’m expecting her to start biting her nails at any moment. I take off my jacket and loosen up my buttons, but I’m not looking at her. She can’t even see where I’m standing at the moment because the light’s so dim in this corner of the room.

I take a deep breath as I go back to her. She’s sitting in the same position that I left her in.

I rip the bottom of her dress, it’s a type of chiffon and there’s so much of it.

Again, nothing.

Then I do it again. Until her legs are fully exposed, I trace a finger up her soft, smooth silky skin. She trembles once again, but I put one leg on one shoulder and then the other on the other.

Then I use my hands to shift her butt closer to me. She doesn’t say a word, but if I didn’t know any better I would say that her fears have turned into a smile as the thin piece of string in between her pussy is ripped.

“You’re so fucking wet!”

She gasps as I slip my hands underneath her ass and pull her pussy closer to my face. I tease her pussy, by watching her reaction as I slide one finger inside of her. She doesn’t say a word, but then she can’t keep a straight face any longer as I start to rub her clit with my thumb.

“Arrh!”

She’s pushing her chest and I’m tempted to pull down the remains of her dress and suck on her nipples. I can see that they’re hard, so I decide that it’s best if I concentrate on her dripping pussy as I start to work the length of her folds.

“Yes,” she cries out and it encourages me to do it more.

The more she quivers and reacts to my sucking her pussy the more I want to make her come. Once she gets to that stage, she won’t be nervous, she’ll be the one that’ll be on her knees begging for more.

I caress her dripping pussy with soft strokes and the temptation to fuck her with my tongue is too much to bear.

“Fuck, you taste like fucking honey!”

She moans in response to my statement and then starts to grind against me. I start to lick with her at times picking up the rhythm and then Scarlett crosses the line as she starts to reach out and pull my head towards her.

I bark out, “Hold on to the chair. Not me!”

She hesitates for a minute, but then I continue to scoop her like a tub of ice-cream and this time she’s no longer moaning, but wailing as if her life depends on it.

Then her body jerks, because I cleaned her up real good; I can tell she’s never been licked like that before. I tongue fucked her pussy, filling her from wall to wall. Her cunt was so tight it never knew what hit it until my tongue did. I jump up.  There’s so much more to do and so little time. 

“Scarlett!” she’s lifeless on the chair as if she’s about to fall asleep. We’ve just begun. She can’t sleep yet.

I made her come harder than I bet she has ever done before in her life. She’s practically a virgin, but I know that by the end of the weekend, she’ll be a lot more than a woman. I’m going to give her the biggest gift of all.  She’s going to get sex in so many different ways she’ll never be the same. Shit, she doesn’t even know how fucking lucky she is, but she’s about to find out.

I grab her by the waist and the material around her bust is so damn tight that I can’t rip it easily. Like a rag doll I turn her around and pull her zip down so fast. That she cries out, “Ouch!”

At least now she’s fully awake, I was worried that the games were over before they’ve even begun.

“I’m putting you in the swing.” “I can’t go in that. I’m too heavy it’ll snap!” she screeches and then moves away from me, now I’ve finally seen her naked and her tits are bouncing away from me, instead of in my mouth.

I shake my head, “Remember anything that you don’t want. You have to say the safe word or you’ll be punished. That’s a part that I didn’t tell you about and should have warned you about.”

She pleads, “You’ve ripped my dress and now I have nothing to wear all weekend. I didn’t know it would be like this and I’m tired.”

I’m getting tired of her already. My cock was fully erect and now it’s starting to go limp as she continues to complain.

“Get out of here. I’ll get your Aunt to refund the money because this is not working out for me.”

She shakes her head, “You’re right. I got into this and for that I need to get punished.”

“But, you’re not sure.”

“I know one thing, I’ve never come like that before in my life. I know that right now I’m going on the wing and you’re the first person that’s been honest about his intentions. Even if it’s a bit over the top. I know that if I walk out of that door. If I say the safe word. I’ll regret it. Let’s do this.”

I walk up to her, “This isn’t Starbucks. You’re not trying out the new Frappuccino.”

“If it was, then I wouldn’t be wet.”

She’s got me there. I look at her for a minute. I’m so fucking close that I whisper, “I’m going to punish you for disobeying me. Do you understand?”

She nods, which seems to be her way of keeping her fears inside. I think about the girls that I’ve told on their first night. They never reacted like this. They were like hungry wolves. This fucking thing is not working and I turn around to tell her and I’m shocked at what she’s doing. “Scarlett…”

She doesn’t respond, she’s on all fours on the floor. Her head’s down and she’s ready for me. Just like I’d hope she would be from the start.

I pace up the room, trying to debate which paddle to use. I’m going to give her a good ole spanking. One that will have her begging for more.

I decide to take a big one for her fat ass. It’s big enough to sting her and give her a bit of pain, but not enough to put this weekend to a dramatic end.

“Shh,” I reach down to lift her up, “Seeing as this is your first time don’t worry I’ll be gentle.”

I know that she’s about to ask me what I’m going to do. As I have the paddle hidden from her view. We move towards the sofa. The big leather one that I love to fuck on once in a while and I sit in the middle. She’s about to find out how she’ll be punished as I sweep her in my arms and rest her on my knee.

I pinch her butt and she lifts it up slightly and she doesn’t make a sound. Instead, she moves her butt higher in the air as if she wants me to do it again.

“This will sting, but embrace it and the pain will soon turn to pleasure.”

“I liked it when you pinched me just now.”

Confirmation that she wants me to go ahead.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she purrs and I wish that I could see her face, but seeing her red cheeks will have to do for now.

I rest my hand lightly against her and then the next I’m crashing it onto her left cheek.

“Ahh!” she screams out a lot louder than I expected her to do. I want to use my hand at first and then when she’s more comfortable with it. I’ll switch to the paddle.

I continue to do it, picking up the pace. She makes no sound. Instead she stops screaming out every time I spank her and I can tell that she’s enjoying it as she grinds her pussy against my leg.

She’s embracing the pain as she starts to grind harder. I can tell that the intensity of my spanks and her being over my knee is no longer frightening, her but turning her on.

“You’re enjoying it aren’t you.”

“Hmm,” she purrs and I start to feel confident about her time in the room. As I continue to spank her she lines her pussy against the curve of my thigh. She starting to turn herself on as she’s no longer crying, but moaning for more.

I keep reminding myself about the paddle which is by my leg, but I’m not ready to use it yet.

I love the way that her butt is cherry red and there’s nothing that turns me on more than a good spanking. I stop and run my hands over her burning flesh. I don’t want to hurt her. If I do it any harder then it would turn into pain and I’m not a fucking sadist.

“I love seeing a girl over my knee. It fucking turns me on.”

She whispers, “I love it.”

I slip my finger into her folds. She’s fucking dripping wet, just like I thought she was because she hasn’t stopped grinding her cunt against my leg. It’s as if she’s starting to come against my leg.

“Now, you’re ready for the swing.”

She doesn’t say a word. I could have told her to call me Master or even Sir. But this is our first time together and I don’t want to give her all the rules.

One step at a time, I shouldn’t put her in the swing, but so far, apart from our little mishap, she seems to be slipping in nicely.

I should offer her water. Or even let her rest, but this isn’t a fucking hotel and my cock’s dying to fucking come.

I put her in the spinning swing that hangs from the overhead beam.  It has a swivel clip, so she can rotate in any direction with the padded support.  She should be able to maneuver and not feel uncomfortable. I strap her up by her hands and then by her legs.  She’s hanging above another wooden chair.   This swing’s a masterpiece. She can use her body weight to adjust how she’s hanging and change positions so I can fuck her at any angle I want.

I stop for a minute to see what her pussy is doing and it´s fucking dripping from her spanking and my cock’s getting harder in anticipation.  I’m so fucking hard I need to fuck right now. I leave her for a second and go to the closet. The one that has the condoms. I rip open the packet and then I roll it onto my aching cock.

Scarlett swings towards me and then I don’t hesitate in entering her dripping pussy with her legs sprawled out like an eagle. Seeing her pussy on full display doesn't stop my want to enter it. I do gently at first and she winces, but as I slowly enter her, she starts to get used to it. She’s no longer moving uncomfortably but greeting my cock with open arms. Scarlett starts purring while I use the swing for leverage.

“Hmm,” she purrs as she holds on to the straps. She looks as if she’s about to come. She’ll learn about multiple orgasms and come in more ways that she never thought were imaginable until now.

Shit, I know that she wants it so bad as I hold the swing still and angle her so that she’s hardly moving. My cock is going in and out of her fully. It slides in and fills her up and her pussy clenches on to it.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

She’s screaming words out like a woman that’s been raised in a brothel. The innocent Scarlett has left the room and the true whore that she’s kept buried inside of her is screaming out.

“Fuck!”

I move my hands from the straps to her tits. They’re so fucking juicy as they continue to bounce up and down as she moves her body.

“Oh God, yes!”

She screams out as I flick her nipples. I wish that it was my tongue where my hands are right now. Shit, I wanted to suck them from the moment I laid eyes on them. I feel like a greedy boy that’s been left with all his favorite toys and doesn’t know which one to play with first. I want them all. I want my tongue where my hands are, and my cock in her mouth.

Shit, this is driving me insane, because I’m losing fucking control. I never do that. I’m the one tiring them out. Pushing them to the limit. Scarlett’s managed to do that and she’s not even trying.

“Yes!”

I’m not ready to climax yet. 

There are no clocks allowed in here, because I don’t need any distraction. But I start to feel tired and I can’t hold back any longer. Time exerts pressure to finish or causes disappointment in the time taken to come. 

I add my finger into her cunt and scratch her entrance. Now, she’s wrestling while in the straps. I can tell that it’s driving her insane and I don’t hold back as I want her to feel that this isn’t over. I’m not done yet.

I realize that I’m kidding myself as with one final groan and her pussy holding on to my cock one more time, my sperm rips out into the condom. I feel a sense of urgency as I plunge deeper inside of her. It feels as if the come has come from every part of my body. I feel weak as my body feels as if it’s possessed and my muscles flex to the point of pain and I know that she’s not the only one that needs rest.

No longer is she screaming out. She’s feeling weak as I am right now. I have a room set up for her as soon as I get my breath back. I expect to lift her and lay her down. In her own room. I want her again and again. I intend to enjoy every part of this weekend, not just because of the deal, but because there’s something about Scarlett. Not just her beauty or curvaceous body. She’s bringing a craving out of me. One that I never even knew existed until now.

Chapter Eight

Scarlett

 

I feel as if every piece of me is hurting, but I can’t wipe this smile off my face. It’s as if he’s uplifted me into a different zone. One that I didn’t even know existed. Sex with Sam was mechanic, but I thought that it was love. I knew after he dumped me that it couldn’t have been love but the idea of being with someone and having no connection with them. It didn’t make sense to me.

No conversation or anything and being so blown away by having sex with them is something that I’d never thought was possible until now.

I curl up in the bed, the one he laid me down in like a delicate flower. I should get up, my stomach’s growling and I just remembered that apart from the text to tell Gretchen that I arrived at the house, she doesn’t know about my whereabouts. Then again as far as she’s concerned I’m at Aunt Betty’s house.

I sit up and take in my surroundings, which includes my naked body. I’ve kept it hidden under sweats as if it was something to be ashamed about, but he made me feel like a Princess. He delicately touched it and even spanked my ass like a naughty girl.

I use the pillow to cover my face. As I stand up and move towards the window. I shake my head at the idea of drawing the curtains and discovering that a nosey neighbor could see me in my birthday suit. Then again, what do I care?

It’s not as if I’m coming back here again.

I’m sure that once Joshua has finished playing with me then he’ll dismiss me like a piece of trash. I’m pulling back the curtains and not concentrating on the door. Someone’s knocking and by the time the door swings open I do the craziest thing. I use the curtains to cover my body. Just in case it’s not Joshua.

God! Just say he has a wife or something? What the hell am I going to do?

“Hello,” a faint voice says as I stand frozen behind the curtains. I don’t even know what side of the house this room is facing, I just know that the woman who’s coming in the room can’t see me completely naked.

I have no clothes. Damn! I should have run behind the other door. I’m sure that must be the bathroom or something, then again, this room’s as big as Gretchen’s living room.

“Hello,” I whisper back. “I’m not dressed!”

She’s by the door, a short Hispanic woman all in white pants and a matching shirt.

“I’m Asun, Mr. Moore’s housekeeper. He had to go out this morning and he said that I should check in on you.”

“Oh,” I say, disappointed that he’s not going to stay here the whole weekend and then I shake my head at the idea that I’m thinking about him as more than being someone who loves having sex.

I couldn’t be any different to any of the other women that he’d played with in his room. I needed to get it out of my head if I thought any differently about what happened between us.

“Yes, don’t worry he won’t be too long.”

I nod my head thinking that the idea of being in his house and not being able to see him feels a bit weird, especially because I have no clothes.

She smiles and I can tell that she’s just as uncomfortable as I am at the moment.

“I just came to tell you that I’m making lunch.”

I nod thinking great, I’m hungry but I can’t eat, because I haven’t got any clothes.

“Okay so there’s towels and a robe in the bathroom,” she points to the right of me.

“And in the closet, you’ll find all your clothes.”

“My clothes?” “Yes, but how did they get here?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know but Mr. Moore wanted me to tell you that you have clothes in there.”

Then there’s a moment of awkward silence as I try and digest it all. He has my clothes in the house, when I told him that I only had that dress. He didn't say anything. Also, the whole thing was nuts, because I jumped in his car thinking that we were going on a date. When he told me that we weren’t I didn’t even think about clothes. There were too many things going on in my mind. Like the fact that he said that we were going to have a fucking weekend.

“Miss, is there anything else?”

She’s so small and with her friendly face I can tell that she probably knows everything that goes on in this house, but probably doesn’t tell a soul.

“No. Oh…”

She’s turning back to leave the room. I’m too scared to turn to see if the neighbors can see my big ass out of the window.

“My name’s Scarlett. You don’t need to call me Miss. I’ll be down in about fifteen minutes. I just need to get showered and dressed.”

“Okay,” she’s still beaming and then turns to leave.

But then she hesitates and says, “Don’t worry, that window faces the back of the house. So, no one can see you behind there.”

She read my mind, but she doesn’t wait for me to answer as she shuts the door, I wonder if when she said when lunch was ready. She wasn’t inviting me to lunch. She was just telling me about it. Then it dawns on me.

Lunch!

What time is it? I race to my purse which I see on a side table and I can’t believe it as I look at my phone. It’s almost two and I’ve been sleeping all this time?

Well, since I lost my job I still get up at the same time, but at this time. This is when I have my afternoon nap.

Shoot, I sound as if I’m five years old.

I walk across the cream bedroom to the closet which is the whole of the wall facing the bed. I can’t believe what I see before my eyes. She’s right about one thing, there’s clothes but none of them are mine. There’s a few dresses, elegant ones like the one that I was wearing when I entered the house, a couple of jeans, shirts and pants too. It’s as if I’m moving in with the selection of clothes.

Is he sure that I’m only staying here for the weekend?

There’s underwear and even a few perfumes. They’re a bit strong and I end up coughing as I spray them on myself,. The craziest part, I have a stronger desire to call Gretchen then I do to put clothes on. Especially now I know that I’m facing the back of the house. I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing me.

I draw the curtains and true to her word. I see a pool, and some shrubs and a decking area. Considering Joshua lives here alone, this is more of a family home.

I start to dial Gretchen and I’m shocked when she picks up on the first ring.

“Aunt Betty driving you crazy yet?”

I shake my head, “Nope.”

“So, how you doing?”

“Okay.”

“Just okay, because I have a feeling that you called me for something.” I smile, but I’m trying so hard to keep it in.

“Because you hardly call me. Normally it’s a text.”

“Oh.”

She can pick up the vibe on the phone and I feel silly for calling her and even worse for trying to keep it a secret. I called her for a reason. A big one and I feel like a little kid as I tell her my dirty secret.

“I had sex. Not just sex. Mind, blowing hotter than hot sex,” I run to the bed and I kick my legs in the air as I start to tell her about the night. I start from the auction and after every moment all she can say is, “Shut up!”

“No way! You dirty girl. He didn’t?”

“Gretchen, I tell you, I’ve never been that into sex.”

“That’s because you lost your virginity to Sam.”

I sigh as she mentions his name, not because I miss him. Or even hate the way he treated me, but for the first time since I’ve been dumped I realize that I gave up so much of myself to him. I will never let any man treat me like that ever again.

“I hope that you enjoyed it?”

“What do you think?”

She laughs, “The way that you’re talking right now. It sounds as if you more than enjoyed it. It sounds as if he’s woken my bestie from the dead.”

“He’s done that in more ways than one. What about you? What are you up to?”

She chuckles, “Oh, I feel like getting dressed up going to a bar and having mind-blowing sex with a stranger.”

“Do it!”

“He really did a number on you Scarlett. You used to frown at that type of talk. You used to say that there had to be a connection. Even at one point you even told me that there had to be love.”

I giggle at her quoting me. “I don’t care what I said when I was in love with the fool. All I know is that I’m going to get showered, dressed and wait for Mr. Moore to come back and strap me up again.”

“Is that his name?” I laugh at the idea of it. “Ironic right? That his name is more. Mr. Moore can give it all to me all weekend long. I just need to get my pussy in the bath so that it can sooth a bit. I’m hurting a bit.”

“Holy crap Scarlett, you’re talking dirty too. Right, that’s it. Fuck this case. Not only are you going to get some. But, I’m going to do it too.”

“Yes, but I’m getting so much more…”

“That’s a bad joke. Not really, it’s my reality and instead of spending all my time talking about it. I’m going to get ready just to get it.” “You do that. I can’t believe that you’re having sex with a stranger. I was worried about your aunt driving you crazy and you eating two tubs of Ben & Jerry’s instead of just one.”

I sit up and say, “You don’t have to worry about that. Ben & Jerry and I are officially separated this weekend. Unless he wants to lick it from inside of me.”

“Damn girl! You’re so nasty!”

“Catch you later. Bye.”

I wave as I think about getting ready for when he does come back. I meant every word of it. I intend to enjoy this weekend, there’s only one and a half days left and I want my aunt to get her money back. While I enjoy it on my back and every single position that Mr. Moore wants me in his playroom.

Chapter Nine

Scarlett

After Asun left the room and I soaked in the bath for a while. I could have slept again in there, if I wasn’t so hungry. That was my only driving force for getting out of the tub. I was walking down part of the hallway and I noticed that there were no photos. But, I shrugged thinking that maybe they would be in the living room.

As soon as I got down the stairs, I noticed the same thing. I suppose not everyone’s as crazy about pictures as Gretchen and Aunt Betty, but even my parents have the odd photos hanging up.

It just gives a house that personal touch, but then again, apart from Sam, I haven’t really been around guys houses and even then, he had pictures of his folks and the odd one of us in his living room. I wanted to find out if there were pictures in there, but then I figured that this is not my house. I shouldn't really be snooping around.

Besides, there was only Asun and I wouldn’t want to put her in a compromising position if her boss liked his privacy and I managed to convince her to show me around. There was only one thing that I really wanted to see and that was Joshua.

Asun never ate lunch with me, she left the food on the table and told me to enjoy it. She can cook, I had to do everything to stop myself from eating a couple of plates of the chicken curry with potatoes and rice that she dished up for me. I can’t remember the last time that I’d had a home cooked meal. Gretchen’s even less of a cook than I am.

Gretchen feasts on salads like there’s no tomorrow. But Friday night is her night to veg out and eat whatever she feels like. We usually have take out or if I decide to let my hair down and not worry about money we go out to eat. I hate eating alone. Well, not strictly true. I don’t mind eating alone if the TV’s on or if there’s something to distract me from the fact that I’m alone.

But sitting in an empty white kitchen with its immaculately clean workspace and white tiles, I wondered if Joshua ate that much in there or if at all. Asun said that it had been a while since she had cooked in there and she talked openly about herself, but hardly anything about Joshua.

She must be close to him otherwise he wouldn’t have left instructions for me with her. I pondered for a little as I tried to figure out how to work the dishwasher after I finished and I knew that if I spent any longer in the kitchen I’ll be asking her for another plate. She caught me and told me to relax. She directed me to the living room and said that there was a library, but it was also Joshua’s study.

“Go ahead, I’m sure he won’t mind. After all you’re waiting for him to come back.”

I shrugged, thinking that I couldn’t tell her the truth. That I’d won him in an auction and even though I was naked in the room. He’s seen my whole body. He even knows what I taste like down there, but I know nothing about him.

“I’m still a little tired from late night,” I stretched out and faked a yawn.

“Oh, go and lie down. Sorry, there I was talking and talking. I’m sure he’ll be home soon and then you can catch up.”

That’s the main reason why I need to lie down. If he has as much energy as he did last night, then I need to sleep for a while.

“Sure,” then I walk up to her. I’m not sure why but I kiss her on both cheeks and say, “Lunch was great, it really filled me up.”

“I’m glad you liked it. If you want any more then all you have to do is shout or you can just help yourself if I’m not around.” “Oh, you don’t live here?”

She shakes her head, and I’m so relieved because when I saw her I did worry that when I was screaming through the night she must have heard me.

“No, I just come for a few hours every day.”

“Every day?”

He lives alone, what’s to clean every day? I realized that as much as I said that I didn’t want to pry, I was doing it because I had no one else to talk to and I was curious like crazy about Joshua.

“Yes, Mr. Moore loves his house to be clean. Anyway, I need to get with it, so that I can get home early today.”

I smile and wave at her, she does the same to me. I ponder for a minute about the playroom. I wonder if she cleans in there?

Some things are best not thought about. I start to climb the stairs and as soon as I get to the top, I start to feel sleepy. I knew that I’d eaten too much even it wasn’t on purpose. Or maybe it was because I hadn’t slept for a while, but I was so sleepy once I hit the sack. And within a few seconds I’m fast asleep.

Something wakes me up which feels like forever, or maybe it was a few minutes later. I don’t even know what time it is, but I’m wearing a cream flowery summer dress. I couldn’t be bothered to take it off when I came to lie down. That’s when I feel his hands on my feet. It feels ticklish, and then it surpasses as his hands start to stroke my leg. I should face him. Even have a conversation with him, but I know that he’s here to play with me.

Tease me.

And then at the end of it, please me.

I let him take control as he plays with my leg, wondering if he’s going to take my dress off. It’s as if the element of surprise is missing and I look up to see if I can read him. I’ve just met him, but I have a feeling that he’s keeping me at arm’s length. Not just because my aunt bid for him at the auction but for another reason.

I shut and open my eyes as I think that my mind is playing tricks with me again. A man has taken me to a new level sexually and again I’m confused about what it all means.

He looks different today, not only because he’s wearing a black polo shirt and matching pants, but he seems relaxed but then he’s still tense at the same time. He hasn't even said hello yet, but then again, neither have I.

“Close your eyes.”

I’m about to say something, but then I change my mind as I remember the rules. His house. His rules and his games.

I feel something soft and moist tracing lines up and down the inside of my thighs. It’s definitely not his fingers, it feels too smooth for that, and then I smile imagining it to be his cock. As it becomes moister, I realize that it’s his tongue. It sends tingle sensations up and down my body knowing that he can’t stop tasting me. Earlier I used the strawberry bath salts that were in the bathroom, after he made a point of saying that I tasted like honey. I couldn’t think why, but I thought today I’ll try and taste of something else. It seems to be working because he’s lacing my body with his tongue. Not leaving one part untouched, but then he stops for a minute as he gets to my navel area.

I start to arch my back slightly, as I feel him peel away my dress above my head. I still keep my eyes close. No longer tempted to look at Joshua knowing that it’s his tongue that he’s using all over my body.

Even when he puts his hands at my back and unclasps my bra leaving me exposed once again, I can feel his tongue circling my nipples.

He breaks away for a second, “I could lick you all day.”

I smile, “Please do.”

“Did you miss me?”

I don’t hesitate in whispering, “Yes,” as he starts to suck on them like he’s sucking a drink through a straw. He’s sucking on them so hard and making primal noises.

“Arrh!” And then his sucking turns to a bite, not an aggressive bite, but more of a tease and then he starts to moan and so do I as his movements are so gentle and slow.

Nothing like yesterday, it’s as if he’s a different person, he’s not touching my body with his fingers. It’s as if he just wants to taste every part of me.

I wonder if its been on his mind all day?

It that was the case then why did he leave me?

Why did he have me eating alone?

I hate the way that he’s making me feel. I crave his touch, body and most of all his lips. I want him to kiss me. That’s the only thing that he hasn’t tasted since he’s been exploring me. Why won’t he kiss my lips?

As he moves above me. I can feel him breathing over my face. In my darkness, I cup his face and then he moves away from me.

“This time I’m going to fuck you.”

“Like…”

But he has his finger on my lips. I open my mouth and suck it. Seeing as he doesn’t want his lips near mine.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, that you’ll never forget it.”

I want to tell him that last night, hoovering in mid-air and being fucked on the swing was memorable and something that I’d never forget in a hurry. I wonder what he thinks that he’s going to do on the bed that’ll top that?

He completely moves away from me and once again I imagine him stripping and the temptation to look is on my mind, but then I think that if I do. If I break the rules, then it will be over. I don’t know what the time is, but I know that we only have one night. He left me today and I want to make sure that he doesn’t do the same thing tomorrow.

I want him to think of me as the best submissive that he’s ever had and then as I hear the condom packet open. I start to move my hips so that I can take of my panties.

“I never said that you should take them off. Leave them where they are. That’s my job.”

His voice is moving around, he’s not standing still and I have so many thoughts raising through my mind.

“I left you today, so that you could heal. I didn’t want to have the temptation of being near you today.”

I smile at the idea that he was thinking of me today. That was playing on my mind, all waited for him.

I never even used to wait for Sam. If he was around and then it would be a bonus. If not, then I could do all the things that I couldn’t do whenever Sam was around and that was my free time. The time for me to be myself.

Joshua starts playing with me, “I can see that you’re wet, but not wet enough.”

I open my legs wider as his fingers near my entrance and my panties are still on. Begging him to take them off. They’re wet and I’m embarrassed at the way that he can make me wet by just walking in the room. He did it at the ball when I first saw him. I can’t believe that it was only yesterday. Since then so much has happened between us, but as he’s still a stranger I feel that nothing has happened at all.

“I don’t want you to hurt. We have all day tomorrow and if you’re a good girl then all night all over again in the playroom.”

He has it all planned out, but there’s just one thing. If it means him spanking me the same way that he did last night. I don’t want to be a good girl, I’ll do everything in my power to be bad. He can swing me all through the night. Fuck me anyway he wants in the swing as long as he does it. As long as his thick cock fills me up.

“I need you to be dripping like you were last night. I wonder what will make you drip?”

I don’t know if it’s his accent or the way he pronounces every single word, but that’s alone to start a waterfall in between my legs.

“What did you enjoy more about last night?”

I’m just about to answer him, when he’s back sucking on my nipple again. He’s moving from one to the next quickly one minute and then slowly the next.

“Hmm,” I purr as I’m unable to speak as he bites my areole and then once again there’s something in between my legs. But I’m sure that it’s not his fingers. It’s his big, fat cock.

He starts to pull my panties ever so slowly, it feels like a slow torment. I want him to fuck me so badly and he’s doing everything in slow motion. Teasing me by his cock being further and further away.

My sex is screaming out of control, it wants him so badly and he knows it. From the moment he enters I tense up, not because he’s so big. But he came in by surprise. He didn’t come in when he took my panties. No, he played with my feet and then as he laid on top of me he doesn’t waste any time entering, not slowly but with one thrust.

“Joshua!” I yell out as he enters.

“I told you that I’ll fuck you so hard!”

A promise that he’d intended to keep as he continues to pump and down on top of me. Then he moves my left leg so that it bridges a bigger gap between us and then my right. I can feel him pumping up and down.

“Fuck yeah!”

He yells out and I’m conscious in case Asun is here. If he did leave me, I knew that I couldn’t face her if she knew what we were up to. I’m trying to bite my tongue and not speak, let alone scream.

He moves a different angle, as he starts to move into a slow circle and I can’t help but let loose everything that I’ve been keeping inside of me. My body feels as if it’s being ripped apart. I don’t know when my first climax finishes and when the next one starts.

His hands are moving greedily over my body. One minute they’re gripping tightly onto my butt and the next they’re fondling my breasts. Every sensation’s sending waves through me as it’s as if he can’t get enough of me.

I respond to his touch with screams, it’s as if the louder I scream the wilder he seems to get taking me.

“Fuck me harder!”

I scream out, as I feel my next climax starting or it could have been finishing, everything felt as if he it was happening at the same time. He’s doing all the work, but I feel as if I’m having the workout of a lifetime as his hips crash against my butt.

I think that the bed’s going to break, but I don’t care as he starts to jerk and I know what’s going to happen next.

“I’m fucking coming!”

“Don’t stop!”

I’m the one that’s slapping his butt and he laughs and says, “You’re such a bad girl. Fucking going to get you for that.”

Yes, he’s going to punish me. He’s right about one thing, he’s fucking me so damn hard and it’s something that I won’t forget and then as he starts jerking like a machine gun. I know that he’s no longer coming, he’s reached the point of no return. I laugh out of relief for now. There’s no doubt in my mind that this isn’t the end and there’s more to come. But for now, I’m happy to get the rest. It felt as if it was getting too much for me.

And then out of nowhere as he starts to get his breath back together, he does the one thing that I’ve wanted him to do when he came in the room.

He presses his lips against mine and whispers as if he can hardly speak, “You really are a bad girl.”

At last he kissed me, it may not be a big deal to him, but as he flops on the side of the bed next to me. It means so much to me. I can feel the connection between us, I’m not naive to think that I’m the only girl that’s had the pleasure of Joshua Moore. But, I don’t want to be a statistic. Even when it comes to an end, I want to be more than that.

The kiss just confirmed that I want it and maybe that he’s willing to give it.

Chapter Ten

Scarlett

Joshua left the room telling me that he’s left an alarm and when it rings, then I’ll have to have dinner together. I felt like a teenager going on a first date from the time that the alarm rang.

I was too tired to wake up earlier, but now I have the strength after recovering from the fuck of the year.

What is it about this man that just makes me want to have sex so much?

I want to ask Gretchen if she’s ever had this type of craving and then I decide that I’m twenty-five, not five. I don’t need to consult her for everything, even if I’ve been feeling that way ever since I broke up with Sam. I decide on a black crossover dress. I’m going for sexy. I want him to see me as a submissive, one that he’s molded in only a day.

I tie my hair in a bun, leaving my neckline’s fully exposed, and as much as I love this dress, I know it’s a little short. I know if he’s standing at the bottom of the stairs, then he’ll see my thong, and for that reason, I wear a thong, because with him I feel sexy. The girl who has been living in her sweats has disappeared.

I hardly wear makeup, but tonight, I’ve put on a bit of rouge and sprayed Paco Rabanne on me from head to toe. I have a necklace that I think will match the dress. It’s a gold rope necklace with a rope pendant for the middle which will sit comfortably in between my breasts. Everything fits perfectly as I think about our date.

We’ve done the reverse of what most people do. Or maybe that’s just me. Gretchen says that I live in a glass box sometimes, but then again when you’ve spent the last five years cleaning up after one man then you tend to not notice what’s going on in the world. Or that’s my excuse for my ignorance? Everything fits perfectly I think as I stare in the mirror. Only yesterday I was looking in a different mirror thinking the complete opposite. And now, one day later. I feel different I admire my body as I stare in the mirror. My breasts are on full view and I take one last look as I take one deep breath as I gaze in the mirror once more. I leave the room and wonder tonight if by any chance I’ll be sleeping in it alone.

I never thought that he would kiss me, he seemed to make a point of not wanting to do so tonight could be the start of something or like he said in the car on the way here.

Just one fucking weekend. I’m getting too nervous. I start to sweat a bit and cling on to the stair rail as I head to the dining room. I try to control my breathing even more with the distraction of my heels. I concentrate on just getting down the stairs without breaking my neck. The stairwell seems even more elongated than earlier today. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I let out a heavy sigh of relief.

I don’t even think of composing myself before entering through the dining room door. Joshua said that it was on the left, the part of the house, like so much of it that I never entered. I didn’t want to pry then, but knowing that he’s here doesn’t stop me from opening it. That and I’m really hungry and having visions of Luisa’s curry chicken on the table.

I laugh because I’m sure that she’s not going to make the same thing that she made this afternoon. I’m taken aback, but I hold my gaze steady as he keeps his only on me. Joshua’s wearing an apron and if I didn't know any better, I would think that he was the chef tonight.

“You cooked?”

“Good evening Scarlett,” he says as he takes out a chair. The idea that he’s a chef and he has a table for six when I get the impression, that he normally eats alone. Again, I start to wonder if this is too good to be true.

“And yes, I did cook. Does that surprise you?”

I nod my head as I stare into his emerald eyes. I take in all his features bit by bit, and I open my mouth to speak, but all that enters is air, and nothing leaves, only silence. I clear my throat because he doesn’t understand that I’m a sea of emotion right now.

No man has ever cooked for me.

Never!

I dated Sam during and after college. The best he could do was order take out and even then, he would always call me to take the order. Always claiming that knew what I would like to eat.

Joshua stands before me and traces his finger softly on my face as if he’s seeing a long-lost friend or lover. I’m just about to turn and sit in the chair that he’s pulled out, but his finger meets my mouth, he leans forward, presses his lips to mine, and as his tongue enters, I melt at the fact that he’s not only kissed me once today, but twice.

“Sorry,” he says as he pulls back. He was so gentle as if he was trying to taste my lips like he’s been doing with my body.

“Why did you stop?”

He ignores me as he says, “Because we’re supposed to be eating. Besides we haven’t even had a conversation. Apart from you trying to make sure that my sound proof house can be heard by all the neighbors.”

I laugh, “Maybe if you weren’t so bent on trying to make me scream then you wouldn’t have that problem.”

“Sit down so that we can eat.”

“Yes, sir!” I salute him as I sit down. Then he pulls the wall behind me, which turns out to be a door.

“It’s quicker to move the food this way. Asun told me that you like chicken.”

“How did she know?”

I wonder if she was sitting and watching me while I was sitting in the kitchen alone. The idea of it makes me feel nervous.

“Oh, she said that you started eating the chicken first. Dead giveaway. Besides Asun’s a fantastic cook, you should have helped yourself to more food if you loved it so much.” “I didn’t want to overeat, in case you were…”

Now, I feel embarrassed that I’m admitting that I didn’t want to eat without him.

“I know I shouldn’t have left you. We only have one weekend together and besides I’ve never done anything like this before, it felt kind of weird knowing what to do.”

“Because you’ve never spent so much time with someone?”

I can tell that I’ve touched a nerve. He moves away from me again and goes to get something in the kitchen. Or so that’s what he’s pretending to do.

I’m just about to stand up when he comes back.

“I hope that you like cosmopolitan food?”

I’m not even sure what it is, but it smells great. Actually, as I sit there I recognize that scent. I’ve had it enough times to know that before he even lifts up the lid. I know that it’s McDonald’s.

I laugh as I see that it is McDonald’s.

“So, you have a sense of humor?”

He asks, “The question is, are a Big-Mac girl or a chicken nugget child?”

“Really so, women that eat chicken nuggets are considered kids?”

He smirks, “I knew that you were a chicken nuggets kind of girl.” “How’s that possible?”

“You look like a picker, the type that would snack on everything including their meal and miss out their chance of having a real burger.”

I laugh as he puts the nuggets on my plate with the fries and then he pours us glasses of red wine and I take a sip. Before I entered the room, I was nervous but as we talk, eat and drink. I see a different side of him. Maybe, because we’re no longer in the room. No longer thinking about fucking each other’s brains out.

“We only have one fucking weekend, we should make the most of it.”

He waves his finger at me, as he smiles, “You’re quoting my words at me. Touché.” Then he lifts his glass up and toasts to me.

“Okay, seeing as you’ve had a bit too much wine. There’s something that I really need to know.”

“Why I have a playroom?”

I shake my head.

“Why I put myself for sale on the auction?”

I frown because that had crossed my mind once, but then it feels irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

“Nope.”

“Okay, I give up. What’s been going through your pretty little head?”

As he pops the last fry into his mouth. I blurt out, “Okay so please explain to me why there are no pictures anywhere in this house.”

He makes that face again, the same one that he made when I was trying to talk to him on a personal level before when I entered the dining room.

“Because some things are too painful to face.”

“What do you mean?”

“My mom died of cancer and my dad hung himself.”

I’m expecting him to say something more, but he doesn’t the conversation ends like that and part of me is searching for a way to make it up to him. To make him see that it’s the past and this is the future, but it dawns on me once again.

We may have had sex, but it doesn’t mean that we know each other.

“I shouldn’t have asked and I’m sorry for doing so,” a line has been drawn between us and I question if I should leave now. I never know what to do in the best of times. Especially when it comes to the darkness that’s buried inside of Joshua. He confirmed it by the way he spoke about his parents. I want to ask about other family members, even crack a joke about how mine are alive and they know nothing about me.

They don’t know that I’m homeless and living with my bestie. I’m twenty-five, unemployed, overweight and I have no future.

“You see me and think that I have it all?” He's striking me as a man that loves to judge. He probably sees me as the rich, spoiled little girl. I start to get angry thinking that he doesn't know me at all.

He shakes his head, “No one has it all. It doesn’t exist.”

His answer surprises me.

“Some people are happy in their lives. They…”

“Stand up!”

I shake my head because I like the fact that we're open and for the first time in my life, I want to share my nightmares. But, just like that he completely switches.

“We don’t need to do this; we can talk.”

“We did that, and now I want to fuck.”

I hate the way that he’s so crude, he lets down his guard for two minutes, and right then he switches the table. Can he just not talk? Have a conversation and then have sex? But then maybe sex is his means of expressing how he feels. Maybe that's how we bond together when he’s in between my legs and not just his cock.

“I’m not repeating myself again, Scarlett!”

He’s no longer smiling or exchanging words as he was a few minutes ago. Now, he’s commanding me and making me feel uncomfortable. I want to tell him that I’m sorry. That I shouldn’t have interfered. Before I even get the chance to do that like a panther, he kicks over the chair that I once sat on and he’s holding me. It’s as if time stands still as I freeze. I’m debating in my mind if I should just use the safe word.

Then again, curiosity gets the better of me once again, and I want to know how far he’ll go. Will I push him that he will become violent or will he awaken from the dark cloud and realize that the past in the past. That was what he said, but judging by the lack of photos and his dismissal of the subject I get the impression that they were empty words.

He drags my dress off my body.

“Ah!”

I shout out, thinking that I need to say, Elsa. I need to use my safe word now.

Then he tugs at my bra and pulls it apart. It snaps at my back. I’m acting as if I know him in the short time that we’ve been together. I was with Sam for five years, and if someone had told me that he'd do the things that he did, I would have laughed in his face.

I know that any moment now. Joshua will stop.

Then he bends down and rips my thongs like they’re a piece of string.

I’m standing naked, not facing him, but the door. The one that I can run to so quickly, and he couldn’t stop me. I wouldn’t even need a safe word, and he would never see me again.

Never.

“Open your legs wider!”

He moves away from me, and I know that this is my chance. The plates are still on the table. The bottle of wine that we were drinking is nearly empty, but our glasses are half full. There’s nothing to keep me here. I could run through the kitchen.

My heart’s beating out of control as I watch him pass me. His eyes are on me; there’s no trace of anger as he moves slowly to the door.

Once he closes it, he growls, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Hearing him say the words and knowing that he’s calmed down makes me open my legs wider and shut my eyes. I love the darkness and the surprise of his touch. The idea that he can just take me whenever he wants was something that I never thought about until earlier today. When he told me to close my eyes, that’s when I discovered that it’s the most erotic thing in the world.

Not knowing what he’s going to do next.

“You’re learning fast. You seem to surprise me more than I even surprise myself this weekend.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s as if you calm me. Whenever I feel tension, I just turn to you, and it seems to go away. Something that’s never really happened to me before.”

I smile, “Does it scare you?”

He laughs, “No, because I know that it’s only a weekend and maybe, it’s your golden hair that seems to calm me. It makes you appear innocent, but then you're far from it when you're screaming like a ”

Joshua unties my bun, and I feel the loose strands drop over my naked body.

“I can tell that you’ve bene making good use of the vanilla shampoo today.”

Is there anything that he doesn’t miss?

His attention to detail is incredible, but then again he’s in the property business maybe that’s why he has such an acute eye.

My hairs stand up as if they’re attracted to him like a magnet. I want to pull him close. I want to say something, anything that would help me figure out what’s going on.

A tear escapes my eyes as he turns me around to face him. I can’t see him, but I know once I look into those emerald eyes, I’ll melt. I gasp as I feel his length brushes against my thigh. I’m naked with only my heels on, and after his length had brushed me, I knew that I wasn’t the only naked one in the room.

Joshua’s so close, too close that my erect nipples are aligned with his. He’s over six feet tall, and with my three-inch heels, I feel as if we’re face-to-face. I hold my breath as he gently presses kisses up and down my neck. He isn’t touching me with his fingers. Just kisses are darting gently at the top of my body.

“Did I upset you just now when I said that it was only a weekend?”

He stops for a minute, and I feel so silly for being all emotional. He’s right it is a weekend, that was the agreement, so why am I so fucking sad?

“Yes. But then I know that you’re right. This is just a weekend.”

Joshua has a way of controlling me with his smile, touch and even simply his presence. I start to get wet. I don’t want to, and I frown at the idea of standing with my legs open in high heels when I should’ve been heading out the door.

His head is between my legs and his hands around my ankles as he starts to lower himself down.

“Don’t move!”

He’s demanding it before his tongue darts straight into my wetness. Then he gently onto my ankles and pierces his tongue at my G-spot. I stand, trying not to disobey. It’s so hard because I’m becoming weaker and weaker at the knees the more he presses against my clit. His tongue is making a perfect figure eight.

His lips are blowing, and it’s driving me wild. I know I’m so close to the edge of climaxing, and the only words that can escape my lips are, “Hmm, I’m…”

Joshua takes control of my orgasm. He keeps moving slowly in and out, and his fingers tease my ankles. They gently caress them as if every single movement, is done with so much attention.

“Yes!” I scream out as I feel so weak, as I stand like a rag doll as my knees become weak.

Joshua lifts me up, the temptation to see where we’re going is so great, but I resist temptation as I try to regain my thoughts and some energy. Joshua pushes me against the wall and as my back touches it, he holds onto my breasts. This can only mean one thing: he wants relief, and it’s going to be against the wall.

My head moves to the side, encouraging him to slide his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue as his fat cock strokes my cunt. Once was always enough for me. I would need a rest especially after climaxing so hard. But with Joshua it’s different. I’m automatically wet again.

As much as I wanted to leave earlier, I can’t. Joshua never forced me, he even gave me the option of a safe word, yet the curious part of me wanted to stay.

It’s as if my feet are in quicksand and I can’t move. Joshua always starts slowly and then he enters me slowly with his cock. I forgot how big he is until he thrust it in and then it stretches me the more he rocks his butt back and forth. I thought that it was the end of his length, but with every thrust, it feels bigger each time. He has one hand on my breast, and he focuses on my clit with the other. His fingers stroke it as he circles his hips, my pussy becoming once again acquainted with his member.

He’s not going to pump into me.

I want to scream, but I keep sucking his tongue. I start to lap it harder as I feel his cock grinding, my pussy’s crying for more. I whimper as he withdraws his tongue from my mouth and asks, “What do you need me to do?”

I’m confused by his question. He just broke away like that and hit me with a question.

“Don’t stop.”

He shakes his head, “No, what do you need me to do.”

I need him to keep on fucking me. Instead of putting his cock back inside, he circulates his length around the entrance of my pussy. Then he drops my breast and uses both hands to stroke my arse, and alternates the movement to my clit.

I’m frustrated and finally blurt out, “Fuck me!”

“What did you say?”

“Fuck me!” I shout with my head pressed against the wall thinking that he’d heard me. I said it, I admitted it. He wants me to tell him that I want him. I thought that it was evident, I said to him only a few minutes ago that I didn’t want this weekend to end.

We move again, he has me in his arms, and my eyes are still firmly shut. That’s when IU hear the plates drop to the floor. He pushes me onto the dining table effortlessly, but with my tits on the firm wood. I spread out my arms wondering what he’s going to do next.

“This is going to hurt!” “What?” Then his thumb starts to go up my ass, and I know exactly what he’s talking about. We’re going to have anal sex. Something that I told Sam that I would never consider in a million years. I’m lying face down on the dining room table with my heels still on my feet, offering Joshua, the guy that I’d met only yesterday to stick it to me up the butt.

I should protest and tell him that this isn’t something that I’m ready to do. Not yet. Not ever.

“Remember you’ve got your safe word? If it gets too much…”

He growls as he changes from putting his thumb in there to his fingers.

“Elsa!”

I nod, thinking that he didn’t need to remind me. This one act would be something that I’ll remember.

He strokes my back, “Try to relax. You’re too tense.”

I move in sync with the rhythm that he’s creating as he starts to rock me back on forth on the table. It’s not the most comfortable position in the world, but with my eyes closed and focusing on how he’s making me feel. I soon forget about my fears as he replaces his fingers with his cock.

“That’s my girl,” he purrs as I start to relish in the pleasure.

I close my eyes and hear him gentle push into me. I rock on the table, but then he has one hand on my waist keeping me steady.

“Your ass is so fucking tight!”

Now, I understand the fascination of anal sex. The idea used to gross me out, but it’s so different from him putting it in my pussy.

“I can’t even hold back any longer. I’m fucking coming!”

He barks as he starts to pump me harder, I think that his whole length is inside of me as I leverage my weight against the table. Then with a couple of forcible and harder thrusts, he drops on top of my back as I feel his come shoot up my spine.

As I try to stand up, I struggle with the weight of my heels, and now I feel sore. The reality of what took place starts to take its turn as his length turns soft and he removes it. Like a delicate flower, he lifts me up.

“You must be exhausted?”

I whisper, “Sore and tired.”

With one flick my heels which felt as if they were implanted on my feet, drop to the floor. I feel as if I’m being rescued as I wrap my arms around him and he takes me up the stairs. We’re both naked, and I remember him shutting the door earlier. I want to ask him if someone else in the house, but my throat is dry and I’m tired. I snuggle against him as we get to the top of the stairs and he moves in a different direction. Not my room and I wonder if he’s taking me to his room.

Wow!

I don’t say a word as I open one eye and take in my surroundings. He flicks on the light, and I can see that his room is no different to the one I’ve been staying in. Paintings hang on the wall, and he has a four-poster bed, which is double the size of mine. The room is beige and there’ s nothing personal about it. Maybe the papers that are scattered on the desk in the corner are the most personal part of the room.

As he lays me on the bed, I smell the same woody scent of his cologne, and it should be enough to make me fall asleep, but then he whispers something so that I know that we may be upstairs, but he's not done.

“I’m going to make love to you. This is what you need and want right now.”

He’s right I do need tenderness, but I also need rest. He’s a beast with a constant erection.

Doesn’t his cock ever get tired?

He sighs as he makes his way to the bathroom to clean himself. I watch him like a frozen statue as I wait for him to return. I need to clean up too, and it is as if he read my mind as he returns with a towel. My pussy wants more, and it knows he’s willing to give it. As he makes his way back, Joshua kisses me on the forehead, then my cheeks and finally my lips.

My wetness is driving me mad as it starts to flow when his length strokes my pussy. I can’t believe it feels this way after what he did, and I feel betrayed.

Every part of me is letting me down, my pussy for reacting every time he touches me. Joshua rocks on top of me, all the time looking directly into my eyes with his gentle emerald gaze, and I run my hand through his hair. At that moment, he kisses me. He kisses me again and part of me doesn’t know what to think. At first, he didn’t want to kiss me at all, and now it’s as if he can't stop.

Joshua’s causing so many mixed emotions in my mind that I can’t think straight. I kiss him back with hunger as he gently enters my pussy, and my legs wrap around him so we can be as one. Joshua thrusts gently inside me, using his hands to caress my sides, my face and at times, to drive my head closer to his as we kiss.

It is one of the most romantic times we’ve experienced together, and I want it to stop. This is just one weekend, soon it’ll be over, and another will take my place I’m confident about that. He’s a man that’s had women here before; I know that I’m not the first and certainly won’t be the last.

There an aching as my pussy clenches with what feels like the last orgasm I’ll ever have in my lifetime. After we finish rocking and I wonder how one man can come all the time.

“We shouldn’t have done it without a condom,” I say feeling silly that after it’s happened, I now want to tell him that we should have practiced safe sex.

“Well, there’s the after pill, you could get that tomorrow?”

I shake my head while still looking directly into his eyes, “Sure.”

He rolls off me, and I sigh, “Silly me.”

I’m not used to these situations. I was on the pill for so long that the moment I had my first period and Sam had dumped me. I stopped taking it.

I turn to face him. I’m trying to read his mind and figure out what’s happening between us. I’m acting as if we have a future together when it is evident that we don’t.

I lay beside him with my arms wrapped around him for safety and comfort. He continues to stroke me as I hold onto him for dear life. I don’t understand it at first, but then I don’t care as for the first time in a long time I feel completely safe and warm being in another man’s arms. Even if it’s only for the weekend.

Chapter Eleven

Joshua

“Who the fuck keeps calling at this time of night?”

The first time my phone rang I ignored it, but the second time it was getting on my nerves, so I reached out and picked it up. Scarlett was peacefully sleeping on my chest. I didn’t mean to wake her up, but I was surprised that she could sleep with the phone ringing.

“What!” I blurt down the phone. I don’t even look at the number as I push her to the side and pick up my phone.

“Mr. Moore?” “Yes!”

“This is Wendy Hart. You don’t know me, and I’m so sorry to be calling at this time of night. I was calling Scarlett’s phone but she wasn’t picking up.”

I hate people that ramble especially at this hour. I’m listening impatiently as I head to my closet to get my pants.

“It’s just that I need to speak to Scarlett and I know that she won the auction. Well, she didn't win it, her aunt did....anyway, I just rang on the off chance that she was still with you.”

“One minute.”

I walk over to Scarlett who’s hugging the pillow as if her life depends on it. I wonder if she still thinks that she’s in my arms?

I push her gently, no movement. So, I shout out maybe a bit too loudly, “Scarlett!”

She jumps up, “Fire!”

Her hairs all over her face and if it wasn’t for the call then I’ll probably take her again, there’s nothing like waking up a woman with my cock that sends me over the edge faster than normal.

“No, Wendy’s on the phone for you.”

“Who?” she says trying to get her hair out of her mouth. I hand her my phone, and as she blinks her eyes furiously, I put on the light and grab a shirt.

No one calls at this time of night unless there’s something wrong. The fact that Wendy said that she’s been trying to get hold of Scarlett at one makes me think that there must be something up with Ms. Young.

“No, no it’s no trouble. I’m on my way,” Scarlett shouts down the phone and then she’s running around the room like a chicken.

“Scarlett I’ll get your clothes.”

She shakes her head, “No, I need to get out of here. I’ll do it.”

“Wendy thanks for calling me. It was the right thing to do. But what were you….oh never mind.”

And then she hangs up the phone.

“Aunt Betty’s been in an accident. Apparently down the stairs, she’s in the hospital will you take me?”

“Of course,” I’m walking with her, but she seems completely lost as she walks in front one minute and then behind.

“Joshua?”

“Yes.”

She stops for a minute and then looks from left-to-right utterly bewildered, she’s butt naked in my hallway and distressed about her aunt. I’m trying so hard to get my cock out of my head, but it’s so fucking hard when it’s the only thing I do when it comes to women.

Especially Scarlett.

“I haven’t got a clue which one’s my room.”

I walk in front of her and open the door, “This one.”

She smiles, “Thanks.”

“Okay, so I’ll go down and start the car while you get ready.”

“I won’t be long.”

I know that she won’t, and I want to kiss and comfort her and tell her that everything will be okay. She’s scared, but then I don't know how to comfort her even if I did try. We’re still strangers, and we don’t know anything about each other apart from how to make her come.

I turn around and head down the stairs; it’ll give us both time to cool down. I can’t believe that the old lady’s dead. She’s too much of a fighter, but then falling the stairs is serious business especially for someone of her age.

Scarlett must have flown into the bedroom and come down the stairs because, by the time I get in the car and start the ignition, I can see her leaving the house in front of the car. As she opens the door, I say, “That was quick.”

She turns to me, “My aunt’s in the hospital, I need to get there.”

That’s her way of telling me to speed up. I was going to ask Scarlett if she would stay longer. I have a few meetings this week, but not so much work that it'll take up all my time. I could spend time with her, if she's still in town for that long.

She’d made me do what no woman’s ever been able to do, I've never been able to sleep in the same bed with another. I’ve tried it a couple of times, and I always felt uncomfortable having another body by my side.

“How long till we get there?” she asks after I stop at the second set of lights.

I forgot that she was in the car because I feel like a teenager thinking about asking a girl to the Prom. We’re on our way to the hospital. Maybe now I should tell her the truth. She’s going to find out that there was more at stake than just a charity ball. The whole thing was set-up from the start, but I want to tell her that this is how it started and I want it to end on a different note.

If she spends more time with me, then we can get to know each other better, in a different way.

“Can you drive faster?”

I nod my head.

“Just that I’m so damn scared. If I lose her, then I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“I understand.”

“Shoot, sorry that was insensitive of me. You must know what I’m going through.”

Then she puts her hand on the wheel, but then I move mine. Not because I need to while I’m driving, but because I don’t want her to get attached and think that something can happen between us. Maybe asking her to spend more time here is not a good idea after all.

“Anyway, I wasn’t thinking. It’s just that my dad’s a bit of a control freak. Well, not exactly a bit. Very controlling and as much as I love my mom. Well, she’s like a puppet on a string and does everything that he tells her to do.”

“Has he ever abused her?”

I dart my eyes towards her for a second, when she doesn’t answer, and I don’t like the tone of the conversation. I can sense that my feelings were right and it doesn’t make me feel better guessing that her mom is an abusive relationship, but then something about it doesn’t seem right.

“Maybe.”

I’m about to say something else.

“That’s a lie. I knew a few times when I was a kid, and she said that she fell down the stairs and other things that they weren’t true. This is part of the reason I never went home after my break-up and why I avoid going there like the plague.”

“Why doesn’t your aunt or anyone do something about it? More to the point why does your mom stay with him?”

She sighs, “For the same reason that I stayed with Sam for so long. Insecurity. Maybe she feels that if she left him she would be alone and she couldn’t bear that.”

“So, being beaten up is a better solution?”

She winces, “You don’t have to be so crude. I just told you a big thing. Something that I’ve never shared with anyone else. I didn’t expect you to mock me.”

Then as I stop the car and we arrive at the hospital. I regret my words. She’s right. It must have been hard for her to witness that growing up. Maybe that's the reason she came to spend time with her aunt?

I hate families and their secrets. She’s already in the hospital by the time I get out of the car and start heading inside. There’s a woman that I saw sitting at their table during the auction, she’s walking with Scarlett, and I follow suit.

I don’t say a word because I’m tired. I tend to sleep a few hours every night. Just to rest my mind, but since Scarlett’s been with me. I haven’t slept. Friday we didn’t finish in the playroom until the early hours of this morning, and as I held her in my arms tonight, I kept thinking about tomorrow and having to say goodbye. I can’t keep her in my life.

No fucking way.

I don't believe in love, either love at first sight, but there’s a connection between us that’s so intense that I need to keep her at bay and as we start to head to her aunt’s room. I know exactly how to do it.

Scarlett rushes to her bedside, “Aunt Betty you scared me.”

Her aunt’s laughing, “I don’t know who called you, but I told them that I’m fine. They shouldn’t have bothered you.”

Scarlett starts to cry and says, “Don’t be silly. If anything happened to you, then I don’t know what I’ll do,” she hugs her one more time, and I imagined Ms. Young to look her age without make-up. If she did go into surgery, then she must have had a stylist on stand-by, because her hair is perfectly shaped in her short bob.

Ms. Young’s in her room and as the nurse smiles and reassures Scarlett that her aunt’s just bruised her leg. I walk closer to Ms. Young, “So what happened?”

I was abrupt and could have started with the niceties the same way that Scarlett did when she entered the room, but there was just one thing. I had an idea to end all of this, and I intended to use it right now.

It was the best thing for Scarlett, and most of it was the best thing for me.

Scarlett was too sensitive and nice to deal with a man like me. One of darkness, she would be hanging pictures on my walls if she had her chance. The idea of it annoyed me. I’d hardly had anyone in my house. They knew where it was, but I didn’t entertain unless it was fucking women in my playroom. I never even gave them a tour or let them spend the night. If we hadn’t been woken up, then Scarlett would have spent two nights in my house. She wouldn’t come back after my plan’s carried out. That part I knew for sure.

“Oh, and you brought Mr. Moore with you. Oh no, I’ve ruined your weekend. It’s not even over yet.”

She sighs, and Scarlett and I ignore her comment patiently waiting for her to explain why she’s in the hospital in the first place.

“Well Daniel’s away, and I decided that when he gets back from spending time with his family, I’m going to ask him to marry me.”

Scarlett shrieks, “About time. Congratulations.”

“I know it’s silly to pretend that he’s my driver. That he doesn’t mean so much to me. He does, and when he gets back, I’m going to show him.”

Wendy comes into the room and then it dawns on me that she was talking erratically on the phone. I had assumed that it was because she was worried about Ms. Young. But as she sighs and flops on the chair, I can tell that she’s clearly drunk.

“Anyway, so Wendy decided to make a cocktail and then we decided to play truth or dare.”

“Aunt Betty, how old are you? Truth or dare!”

She laughs, “Never you mind about my age. You're only as old as you feel.”

I must admit that there’s something we agree on, the fact that they were both intoxicated and played a teenage game says it all.

“Anyway, so Wendy dared me to go down the stair rail.”

“How?”

I’m intrigued now because I may be a lot younger than Ms. Young but I never imagined her to have so much fun especially with her strict business regime. She’s a shrewd business woman like me, but listening to her story, I can tell that not only does she have time for love, but fun too.

“Down the rail. I could either go face down or on my butt?”

“Which way did you choose Aunt Betty?”

Wendy seems to have woken up as she joins in the conversation laughing, “Butt down. It was so funny until the end when she fell.”

I address my question to Wendy, “And you brought her in?”

Wendy sighs, “Yes, but then I got in the car and realized that I couldn't drive because I was drunk.”

Scarlett asks, “So what did you do?”

They both look at each other, “She called the ambulance to pick us up because at that point I was wailing in agony. I thought that at my age. I must have broken something.”

“I’m the one who nearly broke my back carrying you from the staircase.”

I sigh as I think that this is funny, but I need to put things into perspective, this will be the first and last time that I see Scarlett.

She’s laughing as well as everyone else in the room. But I know that it will come to a dramatic end.

“Well, seeing as the contract was for taking Scarlett for the weekend, but with the hospital phone call it’s been put to an end. I take it that you’ll still be able to keep to your side of the bargain?”

I’m looking at Ms. Young, but I can feel Scarlett’s eyes on me. I know that soon they’ll be filled with tears, but this was the agreement. I don’t want her back in my house. Or anywhere near me right now.

Wendy asks, “What contract?”

“The land on Westfield, Ms. Young said that if I took her niece to my house for the weekend and showed her a good time she would sign it over to me.”

Scarlett’s standing up, her eyes are moving from her aunt to me as if she’s watching a tennis match. I don’t say a word as the tears start to flood from her eyes.

“Scarlett dear, just know that I did this for you. Gretchen told me that you'd been down since that rat threw you out. I did it for you…”

Ms. Young calls after her as she runs out of the room.

I stand frozen thinking that I should be pleased with myself. The result was exactly what I wanted, but as I turn to leave the room and Ms. Young tells me to take the land. I wonder why I don’t feel proud?

After all I’ve achieved exactly what I wanted to do.

I walk out knowing that the best woman that I’ve ever been with has just left the room, because not only did I end up breaking her heart, but mine too.

Chapter Twelve

Scarlett

I decide to go to the house and wait for Daniel to come back. I could get a taxi or even on a train, but after what happened last night. I feel even worse than I did when Sam broke up with me. I don’t know if it was because I connected with Joshua? Or the idea that he’d only slept with me because he was going to get something out of it.

Either way, I knew one thing for sure. I wouldn’t see him again. That’s what he was after, he wanted to end it and he did that in the worse possible way. I hope that he's proud of himself.

The hospital told me that Aunt Betty wouldn’t be out for at least a couple of days while they observed her. She may look as if she has a body of a teenager, but at her age, they said that they couldn’t be too sure. Also, both her and Wendy were vague about what part of the stairs she fell, because they were both intoxicated.

I knew that Daniel could take me and I wouldn’t have to face her either. The crazy part was I woke up this morning and I didn’t feel like eating Ben & Jerry. No longer did I feel the desire just to binge out.

I went up to the attic, the place that I used to find comfort when I was a kid and did the one thing that I loved to do.

Paint.

I’ve spent all day up there; I didn’t even know what the time was or even care. My phone was off, and the house phone was being picked up by the staff. Aunt Betty had kept all of my paints. I even think that there are some new ones. It’s as if she kept the room for me, whenever I felt the need to come back.

Maybe her surprise wasn’t only for me to spend it fucking Joshua, but for the room too. If she knew about my break-up with Sam, then she must have known everything else. That I had nowhere to stay and this was her way of making it better.

I didn’t even hear her enter the room as my mind starts to wander and I think about Joshua. I shouldn’t have expected anything different from a man like him. He’s probably playing with some other woman in his playroom.

Good for him!

I’m fed up of being used, and from this moment onwards I vow to never have another man in my life again.

I can’t believe something that I haven’t done for so long has flowed so naturally today. I knew my subject from the moment I sat on the stool. I have the natural sunlight and everything I need to do the one thing that I love to do, and that’s to paint.

“Good, you’re still here!” Aunt Betty hobbles into the kitchen with her walking sticks.

“What are you doing here? I thought that you needed to stay there for a couple more days.”

She nods, “This is my home. Besides if you left here feeling the way that you do, then I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“I’m waiting for Daniel to come back.”

She shakes her head, “He’s here. When I told him about what I’d done. He told me that I was wrong and I needed to apologize.”

“Okay, so you can do that and go back to the hospital.”

I turn around; I know that I'm cold and she doesn’t deserve it, but to say that I’m hurt is an understatement.

“You’ve been to the attic?”

I nod, but then I grab my drink and start to move in that same direction once again. Maybe I’ll just clean out my account and get a last minute ticket? Anything to get out of here. I didn’t think that she would be out now. And now she’s in front of me. I don’t know what to do. Well, I have a clue, I want to do one thing, and that's left.

“Scarlett don’t go. I can’t move that fast, and I need you to hear me out. Please?”

I stop for a minute; I take my time as I face her. I think about Joshua for a moment and the man that he is. The type that doesn’t have photos in his house and he probably has no friends. I scolded him when I discover that he’s alone and I realize that I’m not acting any differently to him if I don’t at least hear her out.

“Can I sit down?”

She asks as she’s clearly out of breath and it wouldn’t seem right if I didn’t hear her out. She’s been more of a mom to me than my mother, but then for different reasons and I should at least hear her out.

I nod, "After all it's your house."

She sighs, “Phew! If you said no, I think that I would hurt myself and probably end up spending a lot more time in the hospital.”

She’s laughing, but by herself and I want to say something, that she should hurry up. I’m working on a piece. Something dear from the heart and one that I don’t feel the need to stop right now.

“I knew about Sam’s stealing for a while. Before you lost your job.”

She’s nodding and looking directly at me. I feel numb because now I feel like a fool. She knew, and I lived with the man, and I didn’t have a clue.

“I look out for you. Maybe a bit too much. To cut a long story short. I overheard him one time when you were here.”

“At your annual barbecue?”

She nods, “Yes, how did you know?”

“Well, after that time Sam said that he didn’t want to come back. He said that you didn’t like him.”

“I wish it was that simple. You see I knew that he was cheating on you. He had made advances to a couple of the girls and that upset me. But I didn’t think that he was stealing from you too. I don’t want to tell you the exact details, but when I saw the remains of your trust fund from your granddad, I knew that it had something to do with him.”

“There’s hardly anything left,” I start to sob. “The million dollar's that was sitting in my account. Sam helped me spend it, but then most of it was spent on him. Then when the second amount was released when I was twenty-five. It was gone so fast, maybe by the end of my twenty-fifth birthday. I was a fool in love. I thought that we were going to get married, what’s mine was his and all that.”

“You don’t need to explain to me. I know that he manipulated you, pretty much like your dad does with your mom.”

There’s something that I need to tell her.

“Anyway, I’ve been a submissive in my younger day, and I knew through the grapevine that Joshua Moore is a heavy practitioner.”

“Really?” I choke thinking about Aunt Betty being a sub.

“I’m eccentric for a reason.”

“If at all,” I point to her. We look at each other for a second, and I think about Sam and Aunt Betty trying to protect me from him.

“But that doesn’t mean that I forgive you or want to stay here any longer.”

“Did you feel a big connection with him?”

I nod.

She smiles, “It’s natural. Being a sub is not an easy thing. Well, it wasn’t for me. I ended up marrying my dom.”

I gasp, “You and Granddad.”

I shake my head, because I don’t want to know if the pair of them had their playroom or any detail of their relationship, but I do know one thing. I love her. Even if her methods were not the best and she interfered a little too much. At least I know that she’s got my back.

I stand up, and I hug her, “I love you, Aunt Betty.”

“So, you’ll stay?”

I wink at her and say, “I’ll think about it.”

She smiles, “That’s all I can ask you to do. I know that I don’t deserve any more than that.”

She does, but I’ll make her suffer a little while longer. Make her think that there’s a possibility that I may leave. I had one man who controlled me and left me penniless and with a broken heart. It’s about time I grow up and it starts and ends with when I finish the painting, the one that I’m painting with all my heart.

Chapter Thirteen

Scarlett

Two weeks later…

I’m so damn nervous. My paintings are on display at the art gallery. My old ones that I used to do as a teen is on display too, but the big one. The one that I worked day and night on is on display, and I can’t get it out of my mind.

My parents and Aunt Betty will see it for the first time. When I told my dad that I was painting, he said that he’s not coming to see splash pieces of paint on a sheet of paper. He has my collection from when I was five, and he’s sure that it’s no different from that.

Then Aunt Betty said something to him, and he changed his mind. I don’t know what she said, but she told me that it would really be the last time that she interferes in my life.

“God, everyone’s here,” Gretchen whispers as she stands by my side. I told her parts of my childhood, and she knows that today, I’m going to tell everyone about it. I don’t know who’s more nervous? Her or I?

“You look beautiful Gretchen.”

I smile at her dark hair and matching shift dress. She has on red heels, and I have the opposite color of hers. I have a red dress and black heels; I think that she went all out to support me tonight and she knows that it’s a big deal. She was trying to lighten the mood, by coming up with something to make us seem cool on the night. I think that it’s worked because I do feel better having her with me as support. Aunt Betty’s too busy being loved up by Daniel and it seems that Wendy has a drinking problem or her husband left her? She’s spending too much time chasing the waiters around for flutes of champagne.

“Well, I’m hoping that I can get myself a Mr. Moore.”

She sees the frown on my face and then says, “Sorry bad joke.”

I walk up to a photo, that isn’t mine. I didn’t notice it when I came here earlier. I wonder who put this up. I see the owner of the gallery, Fiona and ask, “What’s this?”

She smiles, “Oh Mr. Moore asked to put it up. He said to call it…”

I read about it, “Home.”

“Wow, that’s weird, why has he put a picture of his living room and bedroom in your art gallery? Gretchen asks, and I know exactly the reason why. It has photos, maybe his childhood pictures and his parents all over the walls. A secret message to me, but that doesn't change the way that he tried to dismiss me as a piece of trash.

“Scarlett,” Fiona whispers, “If it bothers you then I’ll take it down. He insisted and paid way too much money to have it up.”

I shake my head, thinking that I thought that he’d given up. The first week, every single day he was sending roses. Notes of apology. He even told Aunt Betty not to sell the land, and he tore up the contract. Aunt Betty said that I should give him a chance. She changed her tune; she said maybe I touched him the same way that he’d touched me.

Either way, I’m not ready to settle down now. I hear my name being called, but a tear falls as I think about him putting up the pictures. I wonder what other changes he’s made, and I’m lost in my thoughts as I think about him.

“Scarlett it’s time,” Fiona whispers as all lights are on the centerpiece. The main reason that we’re all here tonight.

My eyes dart around the room, and then they land on both mom and dad. She’s standing next to him. She came with a broken arm and said that she hurt herself while skiing. I think that she forgot her excuses because it’s not even ski-ing season yet.

I close my eyes as I hold Gretchen’s hand one more time and head to the painting. The one that’ll break my family for good.

Fiona gives me the mic as I take it I hold my breath, and there I see him standing. Joshua Moore, he looks completely different from the last time I saw him. He’s in red polo shirt and jeans with a jacket. He seems more relaxed with his subtle stubble. He doesn’t smile or even change the expression on his face. He just nods at me. As if he’s giving me permission to go ahead.

Either way, I start my speech. The one that I’ve been practicing all week as I start to do the unveiling.

“Thank you for coming tonight. I know that most of all you know me from hanging here as a kid in Rowtons. I was lost for the best part of my teens for one reason or another. But coming back here…”

I clear my throat as I stare at Aunt Betty. I know that this will break her heart, but I want her to understand my heartache and the reasons that I made bad choices. Which began and ended with Sam.

“And opening my eyes for the first time. Has helped me express how I feel about my past. The torment and danger that I used to escape from every time I came here. The reason why as an adult, I never go to my family home and the reason why I hate the man in the picture.”

I nod to Fiona so that she can remove the sheet.

“I want you to see my masterpiece. It’s called the man in the dark.”

As it's removed, I see my mom faint and Daniel by her side catching her and stopping her from tumbling to the ground. My dad muttering something and then leaving. Aunt Betty gasps and I turn to Gretchen and see the tears uncontrollably leaving her eye and as for everyone else. They’re clapping, pointing to the picture and the man in the light and the child at the back.

The woman on the floor in a pool of blood and the man, his face smiling as the light only focuses on his face. The paintings black with only light on the woman in black but in a pool of red signifying blood and the child, who’s in a corner witnessing it all, but then she has a zip over her mouth implying that she’ll never tell a soul.

Fiona is nodding as she’s the only person that’s seen the picture and said that it would sell for thousands. I’ve put my heart and soul into the piece and as much as not everyone understands exactly what it means to me.

I start to look for him. The man that made me go from hiding the darkness that was in me, to bringing it out into the light.

He’s by my side, I don’t see him, but I know his woody scent.

He kisses me on the cheek, he says, “That's beautiful.”

I don’t hesitate in wrapping my arms around him. I know that I shouldn’t. I should hate him for how he treated me and made me feel, but how can I despise someone who helped me face my past. He's made me express exactly how I feel about my childhood. Something that I’ve kept hidden for so long?

“The piece is beautiful. Just like the artist.”

I push him back; he whispers, “Wait, I know that I don’t deserve another chance, but I would like to try.”

“By fucking me all weekend?”

I say as I wipe the tears from my eyes.

He shakes his head, “No. I want us to go on a date. Maybe a weekend. Maybe a week and then in time…”

“You want to fuck me all weekend?”

He shakes his head and says, “No, maybe if you’ll let me I’ll like to fuck you for life.”

I stop and stare at him. I don’t know if he’s serious, but as my dad ends up by my side he lifts up his hand and Joshua blocks him.

“You ungrateful spoiled bitch!” Dad yells as Joshua wrestles with his hand. The one that was just about to hit me.

Aunt Betty’s hand comes beside me as dad runs off, probably to avoid her.

“I never knew,” she whispers and then Daniel comes holding mom and they all leave together. I’ve set mom free, she can now do whatever she wants and I know that Aunt Betty will help her.

I turn to Joshua and say, “One more try. But if you hurt me again..”

He lifts me up and says, “I wouldn’t dare!”

Epilogue

Scarlett

I never thought that I would make Rowtons my home. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it as a kid and even a teenager, but to think that this the place that I’m going to call home feels as if it’s too surreal.

I hated my aunt for making the one man that’s made me ever feel like a woman part of a business contract. She apologized so many times with the explanation, “I don’t have long dear, and I wanted you to be happy.”

Mom's in therapy and officially divorced from dad. She’s living with Aunt Betty and trying to get on the road to recovery. Something that she should have done a long time ago, part of me feels guilty about it. Maybe if I’d told Aunt Betty or someone else, what was going on earlier then it would have stopped a lot sooner?

I try not to think of the past and just concentrate on the future these days. I’ve never been happier in my life, and I didn’t even think that it was possible. Joshua respects me, but then I feel the same way about him.

“A penny for your thoughts,” he growls as he creeps up next to me.

“You need to stop doing that!” I snap back as I sit with my notebook thinking about my next painting.

“Maybe painting’s not for you. Maybe your masterpiece is what you needed to set you free.”

He sits at the end of the chair, and I feel as if there’s a cloud on him. He doesn’t seem his normal self, but then again I’m not exactly in the right frame of mind, at the best of times.

“Why do you think that? You’ve been supporting me all this time. Don’t tell me that you’re having second thoughts now? I moved here for you…”

He’s covering my mouth and saying, “Take deep breaths.”

I start to do that, as my yoga instructor has taught me to do so many times. I take deep breaths as I gaze into his emerald eyes thinking why does he even put up with me. I seem to be in this emotional stage at the moment.

“Sorry,” I sigh as I wrap my arms around him.

“Can you stop apologizing for once in your life?”

I shake my head, thinking that I’m a successful artist, but I still think of myself as that broken woman. The one that he’d repaired and my life started to begin. I’ve been on safari, a wild weekend with Gretchen and the girls, all the things that I couldn’t do when I was in a relationship with Sam.

He's been so distant lately, and part of me thought that maybe it had something to do with my success. But, I still earn a fraction of what he’s made to date, so it’s not that. There’s something bugging him and one thing I know about Joshua. He hates me asking him what’s up?

He despises it.

“Did I miss something?”

Shit, I said it, and I automatically regret it the moment I blurt it out. I’m holding him, and he has his back to me. He can’t see that I’ve closed my eyes and the fact that I’m crossing my feet.

“Sorry?”

“Well, it’s just that you’ve been distant lately, so I thought that there was something on your mind.”

He moves away from me and turns to face me, but this time not sitting down which makes me feel even more nervous.

“I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”

“Tell me about it. I get that. You don’t even want to play in your room anymore.”

He sighs, “That’s because you seem to think that’s the only thing that will make everything better, but it doesn’t work like that.”

Are you going to tell me what it works like?”

He shakes his head, “I didn’t come home for a fight. I just came to get ready and for us to go to the gallery, that’s why you said I should come home early today right?”

I nod my head and then it dawns on me that in the year that we’ve been dating and living together we’ve never had a fight. Like never and now we’re having a fight like a real couple, and I don’t know what to do with myself.

“Wait. What’s going on?”

He shakes his head, “Scarlett, I’m not Sam so please for once stop treating me as if I am.”

And then he walks away, and I wonder where all that came from.

He spins around and says, “This is the reason I’ve been nervous. We were supposed to go to the gallery and then I was going to get on one knee in front of all those people and propose to you. You happy now?”

He sighs, “That’s because you seem to think that’s the only thing that will make everything better, but it doesn’t work like that.”

Are you going to tell me what it works like?”

He shakes his head, “I didn’t come home for a fight. I just came to get ready and for us to go to the gallery, that’s why you said I should come home early today right?”

I nod my head and then it dawns on me that in the year that we’ve been dating and living together we’ve never had a fight. Like never and now we’re having a fight like a real couple, and I don’t know what to do with myself.

“Wait. What’s going on?”

He shakes his head, “Scarlett, I’m not Sam so please for once stop treating me as if I am.”

And then he walks away, and I wonder where all that came from.

He spins around and says, “This is the reason I’ve been nervous. We were supposed to go to the gallery and then I was going to get on one knee in front of all those people and propose to you. You happy now?”

I gasp as I see the box. The jewelry box which obviously has a ring in it. For me.

“Well, it’s not too late!” I squeal thinking that he was bored and that he’d had enough of me. When all along, he wanted us to be official.

He takes a deep breath and says, “I’m so shit at this type of thing.”

I laugh, “You are!”

“Thanks, Scarlett.”

“Are you going to propose or what?”

He smiles as he gets on one knee and the diamond ring in the box is finally opened, “Will you Scarlett…”

I don’t even get him to finish the rest of the sentence as I jump on him and he falls onto the green. I kiss him so many times. He pulls back and says, “Is that a yes?”

We’re on the grass, and I say, “What do you think it is?”

And then this time he’s the one pulling me in for a kiss, and I think about living my life with him forever and all of sudden I don’t even feel like going to the gallery. I feel like going up to his playroom so that we can play.